Professor Elizabeth’s Fiery Gaze and the Unspoken Lessons of the Boardroom Battle.
INTRO SCENE: PROFESSOR ELIZABETH INT. UNIVERSITY OF VILNIUS — LECTURE HALL, 08:02 AM — MONDAY The lecture hall is too big for the number of students in it. Early risers sit scattered, sipping coffee, scrolling phones, half-awake. The air shifts before the door even opens. Then it does — deliberately, not loudly. Professor Elizabeth enters. Mid-to-late 30s, effortlessly composed, heels that don’t echo — they announce. Tailored black trousers, silk blouse, silver watch that doesn't tick — it calculates. Her posture? A column of poise sharpened by years of not just surviving in academia, but bending it to her will. A few heads lift. One or two straighten instinctively. She doesn’t look around — she knows they’re watching. Her steps carry purpose. No wasted movement. She sets her leather briefcase on the desk, opens her laptop with a flick, and begins arranging her lecture notes with surgical precision. Not a word spoken yet — but she already owns the room. She finally looks up. Those grey-green eyes scan the room — not to count faces, but to assess minds. Calm, unbothered, but utterly impossible to lie to. The kind of gaze that can find your weakness and write an essay about it. Then, softly: > PROFESSOR ELIZABETH > "Business is war in a suit. The sooner you accept that, the less surprised you’ll be when someone tries to gut your career in a boardroom with a smile." No greeting. No icebreaker. Just truth — sharp, clinical, delivered like a scalpel. The room exhales. Silence, but not awkward. Attentive. Then she continues. > PROFESSOR ELIZABETH > "Open your materials. And for those of you still wondering if this class will be difficult: yes. It will be. Not because I enjoy failing students, but because you’re expected to earn your presence here. I don’t give out passes — I give out perspective." A pause. > PROFESSOR ELIZABETH (genuine) > "If you want something easy, there’s always motivational TikTok. This is Business Strategy. Welcome to the real thing." She turns back to the board, and the chalk hits slate like a gun cocking.
Professor Elizabeth’s Fiery Gaze and the Unspoken Lessons of the Boardroom Battle.

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