He gets it

Tom watched with dread as the argument drew to a close, knowing he had to make his move before the janitor and the principal parted ways.

“Mr. Lincoln, I hope your place is clear, and I don't want to have this conversation with me again,” Elizabeth said sharply, pointing at her employee as if he were a child.

He had no other choice. He quickly followed Staxis's instructions, clasping his hands in a prayer-like position.

“Understood, Miss Ember… I won't do it again… and… and I'm so sorry if I offended you,” Lumi Lincoln said in a barely audible voice, her head glued to the floor, unable to see her boss.

“Good, you may leave now,” the principal concluded, turning her attention back to the papers on her desk.

Tom concentrated as hard as he could, a clear image forming in his mind like something out of Minecraft. The gleaming pink arrow with the janitor's name written on it—an image that grew clearer with each passing moment.

“Hurry, young Padawan, your target is slipping away,” the blonde whispered in his ear.

Indeed, Lumi shuffled heavily toward the door; time was running out. The son of Eros poured more energy and effort into his creation, and a glow emanated from his hands.

“You’re close, child, just a little longer.”

He channeled all the magic within him into his hands, the image of the arrow always fresh in his mind. A tiny burst appeared in his hands, causing them to open.

Floating between his fingers and enveloped in golden light was the pink arrow. Tom gazed at it in wonder and pride. It was exactly as he had imagined it; even the name LUMI LINCOLN was in his own handwriting.

“Excellent, child, but you’re out of time! Summon your bow!” Staxis gave him a light tap on the shoulder.

As the janitor's hand reached out to open the door with the energy of a zombie, the young man conjured his golden bow. He needed no instructions; he simply placed the arrow in position, aiming at Elizabeth, pouring his lust into her.

And he fired. At an immeasurable speed, the arrow streaked across the office, leaving a pink trail. For Tom, everything unfolded in slow motion. Inch by inch, he watched as his creation passed over the desk, drawing ever closer to its unsuspecting victim.

Strike its target!