Privilege •H.S•

2. Goodnight, Harry

"I might never be your knight in shining armor
I might never be the one you take home to mother
And I might never be the one who brings you flowers
But I can be the one, be the one tonight

When I first saw you
From across the room
I could tell that you were curious, oh yeah
Girl, I hope you're sure
What you're looking for
'Cause I'm not good at making promises"

- "Perfect" by One Direction

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Many of the other Nouvers I registered were just like Harry. They knew what to do, how to answer, and where to go. Others were newer and frightened or disturbed by the process. All the Nouvers that came in varied from women to men, teenagers to elderly, frightened to fearless, etc.

In conclusion, I felt it was almost time to go home after my fifty-second registration. Sarah went home awhile ago, as did Victor. Kate was controlling the Nouvers being sold, while Trent checked the assembly lines for errors. There was no work to be done, so I assumed I should go home like Victor and Sarah. Because I spent the entire day stuffed into the back room, I noticed I haven't spoken a word to the other interns. Though, it is not like there is much to say.

Walking out of the registration room and into the intern office, I saw Kate shuffling in piles of papers. She was the busiest on here, always taking it upon herself to make sure it all gets done. I like the "take charge" trait about her. She didn't even look up when I walked past and into the main room of the entire factory. I stood in the main building, districts one through five are held in this building other districts are held in five other separate building that belong to my father. They all are placed around the main one. And then, of course, there are, like I said, many other factories across the continent.

Outside of the intern's office the assembly lines were managed by many workers and looked over by Trent and other Jeminas who worked for my father. I didn't pay much attention the last time I was in this room, but this time I really took a look at the Nouvers. They seemed worn and tired, some of them even went to as far as laying down. Their bodies looked almost without life. Most of them, however, were working assembly lines to piece together the automobiles that will soon be bought by Frants. My eyes couldn't help but travel around the Nouvers - until they found Harry,

with his hair up.

I was actually a bit shocked that he took my advice, considering he didn't seem the type to listen to what someone had to say. The now-shirtless-Harry was too deep into his work to notice me staring. When I turned to leave I could tell Trent definitely noticed. He glared at me, but I didn't really care. I could care less of what Trent thinks of me.

Daylight was almost gone when I walked out of the main building and into the yard. It wasn't the same yard I used for an entrance. Betti later informed me that I could use the back door that led to the employee parking lot, where no Nouvers were allowed. I figured that would be easier than having an escort.

My father told me that I could use his car to drive home, as he would just call Jeffrey later. It always bothers me when he calls him Jeffrey. Jeff told me his legal name is just Jeff, but he was just too polite to correct my parents. He talks to me like the teenagers we are and feels comfortable sharing with someone, he says, considering he is only a sixteen year old.

I stepped into my father's Bentley to get home before the sun goes down. My mother doesn't like when I don't get home before dark; she gets worried easily and I hate to do that to her. I wasn't expecting to spend the entire day in this place, but I was glad to be driving out of the long driveway out of here now.