Annoying.
That was the only word Isabelle could think of as she walked through the hallway, her strides crisp, heels clicking against the marble floor.
Damien Elford was annoying.
It wasn't just the way he carried himself—arrogant, smug, lazy—but the sheer indifference with which he treated the world around him.
She hated people like that.
People who wasted their potential. People who had the means, the opportunities, the resources to thrive—and instead, they chose to be nothing.
And Damien?
Damien was the epitome of that.
He had everything handed to him. Wealth, privilege, status. A family name that ensured he would never have to struggle, never have to claw his way to the top like she had. And yet, he spent his time sleeping through class, mocking others, and treating life like a joke.
She exhaled through her nose, forcing her shoulders to relax.
She shouldn't care.
She shouldn't let someone like him irritate her.
