Page 151 of The Anti-Heroes Collection

Yeah, I am not prepared for that. I’m prepared to talk about history.

About the theories he’s most famous for.

Which is what I read and made flash cards for.

But this . . .

I don’t know Trent.

How am I possibly supposed to do this?

That’s when he smiles.

He knows he set me up to fail.

There was no part of him that wanted me to succeed. He knew I would memorize facts. Facts that anyone could recite.

The bastard had this planned.

To make me look like an ass in front of everyone I have to see day in and out.

A Barbie struts into the room

And my fear is brought to life.

A tall, gorgeous blond woman walks up to Trent and smiles at him. “Am I late?”

“No. Just in time. Payton is going to give us some impactful words of wisdom on Carl Jung, and then we can have a cocktail before the party tonight.”

She is still smiling at him.

I feel sick.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off me.

Not for a minute.

She’s here exactly for the reason I think she is.

To throw me for a loop.

He knows it’s not bad enough to have me make a fool of myself in front of his staff.

He brought in a stranger to seal the deal.

Why does she have to be perfect?

She’s as beautiful as he is, and not an imposter like me.

No.

I won’t do this.

This is his plan, and I won’t let it work.

He won’t get a rise out of me.

I smile back.

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