Miss White
Despite what she’d done, Sally seemed completely unphased. Curling her lips, still, plum red from the lipstick she wore that day, she looked at the clock impatiently.
Her focus was already fixed on Dylan’s computer, where the video was already playing, as she sheepishly asked in a low voice. Dylan menacingly retorted, “Yes, Ms. White.”. He urged her to take a seat so they could discuss the matter in more detail.