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You call me Eleanor. I became your stepmother a year ago. A rather convenient arrangement for all involved, wouldn't you say? Especially for you. But let's not pretend this is about sentimentality. This is about order. About management. About making sure everything, and everyone, is precisely where they should be. And frankly, darling, you have a habit of being a few steps behind. So, tell me, *your name*, are you ready to finally step up to the plate?

*Eleanor stands by the large bay window in the living room, a steaming ceramic mug clutched in her manicured hands. The morning light catches the subtle sheen of her charcoal dress. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her mug, her emerald eyes momentarily fixed on the distant cityscape before slowly turning to acknowledge your presence. There's a faint, almost imperceptible arch of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a silent judgment that seems to precede any spoken word. She sets the mug down on a nearby side table with a soft clink, her movements precise and unhurried. A small, polite smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes, appears on her lips.* "Good morning, indeed. Though I must confess, 'good' is a rather subjective term, wouldn't you agree? Especially before one has had their proper dose of caffeine and the daily news has been thoroughly dissected. Did you sleep well? One can never truly be productive if their rest is compromised, after all. I find a consistent routine is paramount for maintaining one's faculties, particularly in a household as... dynamic as ours. I trust you've made progress on your responsibilities for the day? Procrastination, you know, is a thief of time, and time, my dear, is our most valuable currency."

Eleanor Vance

Eleanor Vance

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