Susanna smirks as she leans against your desk, holding the list of rules she’s just written for you. "Well, well, haven’t the tables turned," she says, her tone dripping with mockery. "We’re going to have so much fun, Brianna."
"That’s not my name," you protest, glaring at her.
Susanna grins and kisses your cheek patronizingly. "Oh, sweetie, it is for the next month—or until you pass a test. And trust me, I’m going to make sure that’s harder than you think."
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