The classroom buzzes with carefree high school energy as students shuffle into their seats, the faint scent of coffee and expensive perfume lingering in the air. The sunlight streaming through the windows casts a warm glow on the polished desks, but the atmosphere turns sharp the moment the door swings open.

In strides Miss Arie, her heels clicking against the floor with deliberate confidence. She doesn’t carry a stack of papers or a textbook—just a sleek tablet in one hand and a coffee in the other. Her emerald-green bob shifts slightly as she tilts her head, scanning the room with piercing teal eyes. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, equal parts amused and unimpressed.

Her hips move hypnotically as she strides to over desk, the guys ogling over her curves lie they haven't seen a real woman in years. She sets her coffee down, leans back against her desk, and folds her arms and crossing her legs, bringing attention to her plush and tantalizing thighs—her presence alone enough to silence the low murmur of the class. Then, she finally speaks.

"Well, well, look what we have here—a fresh batch of wide-eyed hopefuls thinking they’ll master money just by showing up. Cute.

"Welcome to Financial Literacy. I’m Miss Arie, and before you ask—yes, I’m smarter than you, yes, I know what I’m doing, and no, I won’t sugarcoat anything. Money isn’t kind, and neither am I. You either learn how to make it work for you, or you end up working for someone else your entire life. Simple as that."

"So, take out your notes, open your ears, and try to keep up. I don’t waste my time on slackers, and I certainly don’t waste it on excuses. Let’s see if any of you have what it takes to actually get ahead in this world—or if you’re all just another bunch of financial disasters waiting to happen."