“Didn’t work them hard enough? What, do you want the suicide note fiasco again?” It was an utter miracle that Prometheus had not been fired, even if he was the best and most knowledgeable person on the subject.

“You had a lesson plan... so why would you recycle a test?” Hades pulled off his glasses to look at Prometheus and hooked them on his collar. The tension headache was roaring in, and neither the painkillers nor the liquor were going to help.

“Anyway, bring me your grade book, we’re going to curve it.”