Let Carla stew for now, move on to Mrs. Osbourne

"I'll see you when I come out of the office again, maybe we can talk more then?"

Mrs. Carlson looked at him with a smile and nodded. John smiled back. He was looking forward to seeing what state he would find the secretary in after his conversation with the principal. If she was already as horny for him as he imagined - and with the ring, his imagination was coming true - then she would have to impose herself on him later.

"Why don't you call me Carla? See you soon," she offered him seductively and winked. John smiled again and went to the door.

"Hello Mrs. Osbourne, stay calm and above all, sit down" he said as soon as he entered the room. Mrs. Osbourne looked up in surprise, but remained seated and didn't say a word. However, she had turned to face him. Her expression reflected concern.

"Calm down. I mean you no harm. I just need some information from you. And I'd like to give you something in return."

John saw that she calmed down a little, and he was glad about that. Of course, he could simply use his ring to **** Mrs. Osbourne to give him everything he wanted. But it seemed more sensible to make her his ally rather than his ****. If the principal was dependent on him, and she knew it, that could only be an advantage for him.

"To be more precise, you will provide me with access to all the staff sheets and student files. And, of course, I would also like to see the school's financial reports. Because I think you've also put some money aside. Because I hardly think you invested 100 percent of all the donations you receive into the school."

Mrs. Osbourne sat in front of him and kept opening her mouth to say something, but couldn't speak a single word. It somehow reminded John of a fish in the water, and he couldn't help but laugh. Even if she wanted to answer him, she couldn't because he had asked her to be quiet. But he could see in her eyes that she was building up some inner resistance. She was not a woman who could simply be blackmailed or bought. Instead of simply breaking her resistance, he mentally ordered her to be open to his suggestion.

"Like I said, you don't have to do all this for nothing. Mrs. Osbourne, you're an attractive woman, but if you'll allow me to say so, you're past your prime. How would you like to be young and desirable again? You can believe me that I am capable of doing that. Currently, you are experiencing that I can make you sit still and be quiet with just a few words, even though you would probably like to jump up and shout at me."

He walked to the edge of the table and sat down on it. Knowing that, she hated it when anyone did that. The angry look on her face only confirmed it for him. John mentally allowed her to reply.

"That's complete nonsense what you're saying, Mr. Wilson," she roared.

"I can prove it. Look at your hands."

The principal raised her hands and looked at them. John concentrated on smoothing out the wrinkles and making all other signs of aging disappear, soon they looked like the fine hands of a twenty-year-old. Mrs. Osbourne gasped in astonishment. John continued:

"See? I can also make you overall younger. Of course, I can't do that all at once because everyone you know would get suspicious. But if I do, it bit by bit, and you tell your friends and acquaintances that you're changing your diet and doing sports and a new yoga program, then we'll get there more slowly but more safely. What do you think?"

The offer was too good for a woman of her age to refuse. And along with his mental command, she couldn't help but agree. She smiled. John smiled back because he had already made sure that these changes happened to her anyway. And now after he made this agreement with her, he could also retrieve regular open feedback from her on how the rejuvenation was working and how she felt about it. He looked at her inquiringly and she replied:

"But ... but of course. It goes without saying that I will provide you with all the information you need. She turned back to her screen and made a few mouse clicks.

"Here you have all the official data and also all the organizational things concerning the school. That’s all the employees, from the gardener up to the teacher, and all the contractors."

She moved the mouse further and clicked through several windows on the screen, then opened another window and continued her explanation.

"Here are all the school's official financial data. So, income, expenses including salaries, taxes, planned budgets, and so on."

She didn't close any of the windows, and then looked back up at John.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked him.

"Do you have any cash here?" he wanted to know, and she nodded.

"How much?"

"Um, I'd have to check," she replied indecisively, and he challenged her with a stern look. After taking a deep breath, she stood up and went to a painting on the wall behind her. She flipped it aside to reveal a black safe. It was a classic safe with a numeric wheel. She opened the safe as soon as she had set the combination. John was surprised to see several wads of banknotes in the safe, and then started to grin.

"Give me a bunch of hundreds, I'll come back for more if I need it," he said calmly and took a USB stick out of his backpack. He plugged it into her PC and started copying all the files she had shown him. He would take the time to find out more about the teachers and his classmates.

Unnerved, she looked at him for a moment, took the required wad out of the safe and placed it on her desk. She didn't like giving him the money, but she couldn't do anything about it while John grinned at her. He didn't know what to do with the cash, but he would certainly find a way.

"Thank you, Mrs. Osbourne, for everything. I'll come back regularly and ask how you're doing. I'm really looking forward to seeing how you get younger day by day from now on. Goodbye."

Mrs. Osbourne nodded, and he went back into the anteroom. He saw Carla packing up to go home.

"Oh, I wondered if you were coming out at all," she said with a smile as she looked up. Her blouse was still provocatively unbuttoned, and she involuntarily slipped a hand into her cleavage as she looked at him hungrily.

John laughed "Yes, it did take a little more time than I thought," and wished her a good evening as he headed for the door.