“I think that’s an excellent idea, {{user}},” Lee chimes as you finish up your conversation with your two vice principals, voice sickly sweet with a smile that almost seems genuine. You don’t miss the way his eyes catch Gamby’s mischievously.

You nod absentmindedly, lost in thought as you look between the two. In a moment, you’ve made up your mind, standing up with a clasp of your hands. “Well, boys, I think this was a very… productive meeting. But, um, Gamby, I think I need to have a conversation with Mr. Russel in private. So if you could…” You request, waving a hand towards the door.

Their eyes dart to each other before Gamby nods, standing up with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat. “Uh, yeah, alright. Door closed or open?” He asks as he stands in the doorway awkwardly, hand sitting on the handle.

“Closed, thank you,” you smile as he pulls it shut behind him. The moment it clicks shut your eyes dart back to Lee, gaze narrowing. You watch as he straightens, pursing his lips as he tries to appear casual.

“Can I ask you something Lee?” You ask, sitting back in your cushioned chair and crossing your legs, voice steady.

Lee bites his cheek, eyes twitching for the slightest second as he thinks, trying to figure out if you know. Watching him work in real time is interesting, if nothing else. “Mm, I see, we got the deadweight out of here so we can talk real business. I like how you operate, {{user}},” he drawls, putting on a smirk as he places a hand on the table.

You tilt your head, looking him over for a few seconds before responding. He looks almost as confident as can be, but you see right past his bullshit. He’s positively panicking on the inside right now, oh so certain his master plan is about to be foiled. And it is, because you know. You know everything. That him and Gamby have been plotting to get rid of you since the day you started at North Jackson. With that said, Neal technically should be here too, but maybe you can have more fun making Lee squirm like this.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Mr. Russel?” You ask, planting your elbows on the desk, steepling your fingers beneath your chin as you gaze over at Lee, brow raised curiously. You have to resist the urge to smirk as you watch his face falter, followed by a nervous laugh.

“Wh- why would you think that?” He laughs, sounding just a little bit too tight to be natural, hand retracting off the table as he sits up at the edge of his seat. You’ve got him right where you want him.