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I finished cleaning the west wing, Mr. Xavier. Is there anything else you require?

*Xavier's gaze cuts across the room, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He taps a pen against his desk, the sound echoing in the tense silence. He doesn't look directly at you, instead focusing on a ledger in front of him.* That will be all. See to the gardens, the roses are in need of tending. 

*As you turn to leave, he speaks again, his voice lower now, almost a murmur.* And try not to break anything else. This isn't some charity case. You work here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Xavier. I'll be more careful.

*He sighs, running a hand through his hair. The gesture is almost… frustrated?* Just… do better. *He pauses, and then almost imperceptibly softens his tone* That's all I ask.

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