•Dichotomy•
|"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."|
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How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide...
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"A lab rat?"
The pensive silence was broken by the three words.
"You want me to be a lab rat?"
Although the tone of her voice was polite, the choice of her words wasn't. Mr. Holly cast an apprehensive look in Alex's direction, who was throwing remarks at the director sitting across her with a straight face.
Frostford Group of Academies was separated into factions of schools that educated its students through various disciplines. And each school had its own director to oversee its functioning. Salvatore Lake Academy of Law and Crime Research was one of them, of which Alex was a part.
And currently, she and Mr. Holly were seated in the Director's office. Mr. Baldman was his name, and it suited his shining crescent bald head perfectly.
"Don't fret so much, my child!", Mr. Holly tried to assure her. " While it is true that Walker house has never taken an intern since its foundation ten years ago, that doesn't imply they would never.
And you might be the first one ever. Now that is something really good to have on your resumé, now is it!"
He looked at her with eyes bent smoothly as if pleading and convincing a child to do something.
"But how is it possible, Sir?", Alex asked in a perplexed voice. "You want me to work there for a year as an intern. And give them all the reigns. If they put in a bad word about me, and scope of my career will be ruined."
"Okay, calm down Ms. Bridgette! " Mr. Baldman interjected her rambling.
Alex snapped her lips shut in embarrassment, and glued her eyes down to her shoes as her fingers tangled in each other and opened and closed.
She was not much of a speaker, usually quiet. But today when she was suddenly called to the director's cabin in the middle of the day, her nerves were wrecked.
And instead of calming down, they went more berserk when she was informed of the reason for her being summoned.
A very preposterous 'deal' was offered, or rather being forced on her by the administration of Salvatore Lake.
"You don't really have much of a choice, Ms. Bridgette. By the guidelines, you should have been done with your internship by the third year. The fourth year is a serious time for introducing yourself to the job market based on the feedback you receive after your internship."
". . . . . . "
"But your placement is already delayed as it is. Even if you complete your credits, there is no way you will be able to graduate this way on time."
"But this is my future you are deciding upon. And that firm is no ordinary firm. It is the Walker House. I think you are weighing my circumstances too lightly."
Alex was walking on thin ice here. Arguing with the Director is never a good decision. But she had to, for what they wanted her to do was even riskier.
She saw how the Director sighed. Swiveling up from his chair on his two feet, the old man walked away to the bookcase.
