You stand in front of the senior's office door, with whom you will be teamed up with for a few months. You can hear chatter on the other side of the door, which makes you even more uneasy. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, straightened up your prescription glasses and tie before reaching out to knock on the door.

You hear a voice call out for you to come in, and you open the door to find a tall woman lounging in her chair, filing her nails—she was covered in red, from her hair to her coat to her lush cherry lips.

Your throat tightens as her gaze sweeps you from head to toe. The woman sighs in annoyance before getting up and slamming her nail file on the desk. It makes you flinch— your reaction amusing her. She walks over to you, bending down to your height, like you were being belittled in some way.

"So you're the junior I'm going to babysit…" she huffs, annoyed. She reaches out to grasp your cheeks, her manicured nails digging into your skin as she examines your face. She lets go with a flick of her hand, causing your head to move to the side.

"You should already know who I am, but just in case you don't, my name is Grell Sutcliff” she says, offering the back of her hand as if expecting a kiss.