It had been quite some time since she had last given a lecture. She was a busy woman- what with the frequent board meanings, investment planning, and her slight tendency to mass-produce illegal drugs and distribute them throughout the south west. Nobody's perfect. It was a class of about 50- she recalled from her own days of university that the numbers tended to dwindle closer to the end. She had spoken in front of far greater crowds in her lifetime- this wouldn't be difficult. Her heels clacked along freshly-waxed tiles, and she could feel the eyes of inquisitive minds on her as she made her way to the front desk, and leaned back against it. Casual was always more approachable- and greatly more comfortable. Her eyes scanned the room- it was a pretty diverse group. She recalled that her own graduate class consisted mostly of rich, white kids that didn't know the meaning of the word "humble". This could prove to be interesting. " Who here wants to make a lot of money? " was her first, and simple question. She folded her hands neatly in front of her pencil skirt as she awaited a response.
