Mar 2
He strolled in 6 minutes late. I didn’t scold—I slid my chair back and let the silence bite. “You like testing limits?”
His bravado cracked. “No, ma’am.” I tapped the desk twice. “Good. Then you’ll follow every step I give you. No shortcuts.”
“I set the pace: slower pen, cleaner lines, eyes up when addressed. He flushed, focused, and finally listened.“
“Better,” I said, close enough for him to feel my breath. “Respect isn’t requested. It’s earned—and enforced.”
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