Heidi is relieved and almost giddy as she straightens her skirt. Finally, a class that might actually help her survive.
A silence blooms suddenly as the door at the front of the class glides open in an eerie, soundless hush. Ms. Vesper strides in like she was born from shadows and starlight. She doesn't walk; she arrives. Today, she's in a dark plum blouse tucked into a charcoal skirt.
Heidi straightens further. This woman screams power just as she had during orientation.
"Good morning, Level Ones. I trust you all slept well." Commences, Ms. Vesper.
A few Omegas mutter polite replies, others murmur greetings. The classroom is stiff with the fear of saying the wrong thing.
Ms. Vesper smiles doesn't seem to care.
"Let's get started," she says, striding to the center of the room and facing them with the slyest gaze Heidi has ever seen.
She taps her clicker once, and the board lights up behind her with the words:
