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<p>Having a desk job wasn’t anything new to Clifford Smith. His whole adult life had been just one cubicle after the other – then finally a swank office with his name printed on a frosted window set in a door. That, however, had been a normal
nine to five. An accounting job where all he had to do was crunch numbers, which was fine because he had always loved numbers and had quite the knack for figuring out complicated equations. Numbers weren’t difficult, they either worked or they didn’t. There was no grey area when it came to them, for all intents and purposes, they could be considered very unfeeling and unyielding. Much like the man that found them much easier to deal with than people.
<p>Balancing books was a far cry from his not-so-normal office job now. In fact, he didn’t get too much office time really when he thought about it. Only when he was putting off having to talk to an official that wasn’t human – and that was getting to be more frequent as of late. The Arcane Department Head detested having to be civil with all of the different races’ representatives although some of them seemed a little more tolerable than others. The Lady and Lord Gray were not so bad and the city leader that spoke for the Drinkers was on par with the wood dwelling beings. Mostly it was having to speak with one of the Wolf Pack chiefs, either one of them was bad enough. The beasts in question always spoke English to him but all he could hear were primitive grunts and growls that made his opinion of the Wolves dwindle even more.
<p>They were a horrid race, disgusting, filthy and as far as Cliff was concerned, dumb as a bag of hammers. He didn’t think one Wolf had enough brain cells to rub together to have a real and true thought for themselves. They were just animals. Animals that were just waiting to attack anything and everything, especially defenceless humans. They belonged deep in the woods where they should stay.
<p>Clifford had reviewed for the umpteenth time a report made that documented each sighting of a Wolf that he was particularly interested in getting his hands on. This Wolf case had been assigned to an Arcane that he thought he could trust. Cecily Anabele seemed to be an efficient worker that Clifford hadn’t had a problem with, she got her work done so he definitely got on well with her. But she really didn’t seem to be doing her job as thoroughly as he would have expected. Still absolutely no trace of the dirty fucker? Just more missing persons that had nothing to do Arcane recruiting.
<p>Instead of pulling Cecily off the case, he decided he’d give her a few more chances. She had quite over stepped the ‘three strikes you’re out’ rule yet. He just thought he might get some of the Wolf Chiefs involved; maybe ask if they had any new Wolves into their pack.
<p>Making himself seem busy, Clifford asked the first person he saw standing outside of his office to go and fetch Penelope Best. Another Arcane. He would have asked for July but he didn’t want the headache today. Penelope wouldn’t give him a lot of trouble—or he didn’t think she would. He’d find out how willing she was to do his bidding when she came to the office.
<p>After some time, long enough that Clifford almost got up from behind his desk to go see if his orders had been ignored or not, he heard a knock at his door. “Come in,”
He said as he closed the folder he had open spread across his desk. “Ah, Penelope. Weren’t busy were you? I think I have a job for you.”
Leaning back in his chair, he opened the top drawer to his desk and pulled out a pack of smokes. “Cigarette?”
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