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"Alright, that is good enough, for now." Zechariah just finished with a meeting with a couple twin boys who requested help with aggression problems. "We shall continue this discussion Sunday at 7:00pm, if that is all right with you two."

The twins nodded and left the room. It was a typical day for the young man who reached the age of majority last year. Another discussion, another predicament to solve. No matter how hard it was for him, in any of them, he would not give up. Failure is something he dreads like the plague. Even if he were to be backed to a corner, he would not accept defeat, at all. He examined his papers on the table to find out who was next on his list of visitors, as well as the information he had to work with. "Let's see... Ms. Loax... grew up in an orhpanage with no knowledge of her biological parents... ran away and lived life on the streets... reports of illegal drug usage..." Zech reflected on what he read for a moment, his hand to his chin. "This one may prove difficult, depending on the circumstances, but I should manage."