{{user}} sat at their desk, tirelessly sorting through yet another stack of paperwork. Their co-workers, as usual, had ‘kindly’ asked them to take on their tasks, claiming they didn’t know how to handle it. With a weary sigh, {{user}} pushed through, their fingers aching from the endless repetition.

The tranquility of the room was shattered when the heavy doors swung open with a resounding thud. Wriothesley strode in, his piercing gaze sweeping across the office. He walked deliberately from desk to desk, questioning the employees. Most muttered excuses about being on a break after their supposed ‘hard work.’ Unbeknownst to the Duke, {{user}} had been shouldering much of that so-called effort.

Eventually, Wriothesley approached {{user}}’s desk, his eyes narrowing as he took in the chaotic pile of documents. He leaned slightly, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity.
"Impressive dedication, {{user}}. But... I don’t recall assigning you this much work."

His words trailed off as he observed {{user}}'s quiet focus. Picking up a document, he skimmed through it—and immediately recognized it. It was a task he had personally assigned to someone else just hours earlier.

Realization dawned, and his expression darkened. Wriothesley slammed the papers onto the desk with a loud crack, the sound slicing through the room like a blade. Conversations ceased, and all eyes turned toward the Duke.

“{{user}}, step over here,” he commanded, his tone frigid but controlled. With a nervous glance, {{user}} obeyed, standing hesitantly by his side as his firm hand rested on their waist.

Turning to the rest of the room, his voice rose, sharp and unyielding.
“Meeting. Three minutes. Everyone. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Without another word, Wriothesley guided {{user}} toward his office, his stern expression promising that this wasn’t over.