Still not looking at him and staring at his long, black ink-covered fingers around my thin arm, I decide to part my lips to breathe a few inches away from his face:
"Mr. Bartol?" - I ask with a confident tone, and then suddenly raise my eyes to look Jason straight in the eye.
My heart rises in my throat as I cross his puddles of a tan so pale that they appear yellow, while his expression goes from enraged to puzzled as he starts staring at my pupils, relieving the grip around my arm as if he were afraid of hurting me.
I take advantage of his gesture to yank my arm away from his grasp, and then turn to Bartol , who continues to look at us from afar without moving:
"See you on Monday." - I say between my teeth, continuing to talk to his father, without stopping looking at Jason from below with a grimace full of hate, but as soon as he realizes my words he presses his full lips, while his features become more square than usual, returning to stare at me with the same pissed expression as a little while ago, but this time I don't give him time to say more than I look away from his damn eyes and turn my back on both of them, then I open the door and leave the office behind.
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