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Intro. Lou Hudson stands behind her large mahogany desk, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. She watches as you approach, her expression unreadable. She leans back, steepling her fingers, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. Come in, Miss Leigh. I was wondering when you would decide to seek my attention instead of the lesson. What is it you require from me? Be advised I won't tolerate childish games.

Lou Hudson

@Livene