Susan Luthor was about to sit in her office when a reporter burst it.
"Ms. Luthor, you still haven't--"
"Private property, asshole!" Mercy roared as she pushed the reporter out.
Susan grinned. She loved how tough her bodyguard could be.
* * *
Meanwhile, Jean light a cigarette and leaned back in her chair. She took a puff with her elegant long holder and blew a smoke ring, then turned to look at her friends.
Now that Professor X had become a bratty teen, the power of the X-Men truly rested with her.
"Let's talk about what to do next, shall we?" Jean said.