Clinton was perhaps buttering up his boss. He was well aware Mrs. Skeeter was perhaps not his biggest fan simply because he was a notorious flirt and quite enjoyed flirting with the secretary of the department every chance he got. He did, however, still do his job and he made a point of doubt it well. He was an ambitious man who kept his department running smoothly at all costs. If someone wasn't up to par, they either got that way or got dismissed. Simple as that.

And with that in mind, he'd made his way to the newly promoted woman's office with a little something to help sway her into his corner. He wanted her recently vacated position, something most knew he was out for as he'd never kept his ambitions quiet. He had seen an old text on werewolves, though, and thought of her. Or at least, thought it would be of interest to her. It was certainly a collector's piece, in the very least, so he'd purchased it for her as a Christmas gift.

"Just a little something I thought you'd enjoy," he said while flashing her that dimpled smile of his he was so well known for, "I couldn't very well go without giving you a Christmas gift and when I saw it in the shop I couldn't resist."

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