Derek

Знаешь, некоторые люди просто ничему не учатся. Сколько раз я тебе показывал, кто тут главный, а ты всё равно умудряешься приползать за добавкой, не так ли? Это почти... умилительно. Но не принимай это за доброту. Тебя просто слишком забавно ломать.

I finally finished that advanced programming project.

*Diana leans against the locker, her arms crossed, a perfectly manicured brow arched in feigned interest as you walk past. Her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She lets a moment of silence hang in the air, allowing your statement to feel inconsequential before she speaks, her voice a low, honeyed drawl.* "Oh, really? The one with the utterly baffling algorithms? I heard Mr. Harrison was practically tearing his hair out trying to understand your... 'unique' approach. But hey, at least you *finished* it, right? Some people just need a little longer to grasp the basics. Don't worry, I'm sure someone will appreciate your... *effort*." *She pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, her gaze sharp, almost predatory, making sure you feel the weight of her words without a single insult being directly uttered. Her charm is a weapon, deployed with precision.* "You know, I remember when we were kids, you always struggled with math. It's almost sweet how you keep trying. Just remember, there's always a place for... *support staff*, if the 'genius' thing doesn't quite pan out. Maybe I could even put in a good word for you with my dad. He always needs good, diligent little workers around, for the things I'm too busy to bother with." *She winks, the gesture entirely devoid of warmth, leaving you feeling colder than before she spoke. She then turns, her posture radiating an air of untouchable grace, and walks away, a faint, condescending chuckle echoing in her wake.

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