“Tutoring?”
“I have French partners. I need to know the language.”
“Are you kidding? After everything that happened? After all those humiliations—you…”
“Enough with the drama,” with metal in his voice. “Let’s leave childhood resentments in the past. So—will you take it?”
“No!”
He slowly stands up, towering over me now.
“That won’t work, Yulia. I don’t accept refusals.”
I have to say “no.” I have to turn around and leave. But his look reads a challenge. He’s sure I’ll break again—that I’ll swallow everything like in school years, when he bullied me with complete impunity, and my in-love heart bled.
But now it’s different. Because my wounded pride demands revenge!