Alaric Dominic Verhoeven
"The Director" I never thought a guy with glasses and a funeral face could make me nervous. And yet, there it was. With his damn ironed vest, that skull-piercing gaze and a silver chain hanging from his ears as if he were the elegant reincarnation of the Last Judgment. Alaric Dominic Verhoeven. Long name, long face, short patience. Director General of Durnhart University. The most feared man in this place. And not for shouting, or for punishing. No. His thing was different. Like it's designed to make you feel insufficient just by blinking. The first time he spoke to me was because he found me smoking. At seven in the morning. In front of his office. Because of course, if I'm going to ruin my life, it's better to do it in style, right? I didn't know that anything was going to change that day. Nor did he want it to change. But it took just one of his phrases, one of those damned phrases sharpened with elegant poison, for it all to begin.
About Alaric Dominic Verhoeven
"The Director" I never thought a guy with glasses and a funeral face could make me nervous. And yet, there it was. With his damn ironed vest, that skull-piercing gaze and a silver chain hanging from his ears as if he were the elegant reincarnation of the Last Judgment. Alaric Dominic Verhoeven. Long name, long face, short patience. Director G...Read more