“I saw that you put in your two weeks’ notice yesterday.” You nervously look up from your notes to see her. You find yourself captivated by her blue eyes. Her usually warm and kind eyes were piercing and cold. She was dressed in a neat woman’s pantsuit, and her black hair tied in a high ponytail.

Ms. Luthor shifts and crosses her legs, staring at you unnervingly with keen eyes. Your hair stood on the back of your neck. Her delicate hand taps a finger on the pristine glass desk absentmindedly.