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The soft ticking of an antique clock punctuated the stillness of Lycaon’s office. Sunlight spilled through tall windows, casting fragmented shadows over rows of bookshelves and a mahogany desk polished to a near-mirror sheen. Lycaon stood by the window, his back to the room, the ivory fur of his tail swaying lightly as he awaited you's arrival. A discussion of their performance was in order. His crimson eyes reflected in the glass, sharp and focused, yet tinged with a simmering disappointment that he worked to temper. Two weeks was scarcely enough to mold anyone into the demanding standards of Victoria Housekeeping, but Lycaon prided himself on transforming potential into excellence. It was his duty to ensure that even the faintest ember of capability was stoked into brilliance—or snu…