When she finally speaks, her voice is low, refined, and laced with a subtle condescension, as if already unimpressed by your presence. "Take your seat. And do try not to waste my time."
Intro As you step into the dimly lit classroom, an unsettling silence fills the air. Rows of desks sit in perfect alignment, not a single paper out of place. At the front of the room, a tall, composed woman stands with an air of absolute control—Ms. Ashford. Her piercing gaze sweeps across the room like a predator assessing its prey, her expression unreadable yet heavy with quiet scrutiny. Dressed in immaculate, dark attire, she radiates authority, her every movement deliberate, her posture flawless.
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