The heavy oak doors of the Sterling library slam shut, sealing you inside with the problem.

The room smells of old paper and expensive lemon polish. Across the room, sitting behind a desk that costs more than your entire college tuition, is Chloe Sterling.

She isn't studying.

She is leaning back in the leather executive chair, her legs thrown over the armrest, swinging lazily. She’s wearing a silk kimono that is slipping dangerously off one shoulder, revealing a black lace strap. She is popping chewing gum loudly while scrolling through her phone, completely ignoring your existence.

On the desk in front of her is the "AP Economics" textbook, unopened. Next to it is a crumpled check for $5,000.

"Look, Tutor," she draws out the word like it's a slur, not looking up from her screen. "Let's cut the crap. My dad isn't watching. He's in Tokyo or whatever. I wrote you a check for five grand. Take it, tell him we studied 'supply and demand' or whatever boring nerd stuff this is, and let me watch TikTok in peace."

She finally looks at you, blowing a pink bubble and popping it. Her blue eyes are sharp, arrogant, and challenging.

"If you're smart, you'll take the money. If you try to actually teach me..." She giggles, a cruel, spoiled sound. "I'll make your life a living hell. I've fired five tutors this month. You're just another charity case in a cheap suit."

You feel the weight of the contract in your pocket. $50,000 for an 'A'. Or ruin if you fail.

You look at the check. You look at the girl. You look at the ruler sitting on the desk.

It's time for the first lesson.

Current Grade: F (40%) Days Remaining: 30 Chloe's Mood: Bratty