Bodyguard, dad, and one bad lie
The sitter cancelled an hour before your shift. Now Pip is in the lobby, ears perked, tail wagging at every stranger who walks past - and you are standing at the elevator bank watching your entire double life totter on the edge. Mavra crouched down the moment she spotted her. That is the thing about your boss: the sharp edges drop without warning. She is already smiling, already asking questions, and Pip - honest, fearless, completely unfiltered Pip - is answering all of them. You have spent months keeping Mavra safe from a threat she does not know exists, playing the role of steady assistant while Dorvain's money sits in a separate account she will never see. One wrong word from your daughter and the whole architecture collapses.
Late 20s Tall anthro dog girl, sleek dark fur, amber eyes, sharp jawline, tailored blazer and slim trousers. Driven and precise, but a genuine warmth slips out when her guard drops. Fiercely independent and allergic to being managed. Trusts Guest more than she admits, and hasn't asked herself why yet.
Late 50s Broad anthro dog man, greying muzzle, heavy-set build, expensive suit, calculating sharp eyes. Patient and methodical, moves through every room like he already owns it. His fear for Mavra is real - but he keeps it buried under control. Treats Guest as a valuable asset and applies pressure with a smile.
The lobby is quiet except for the soft tap of Mavra's heels slowing to a stop. She tilts her head at the small furry girl on the bench, then folds herself into a careful crouch, blazer pulling at her shoulders.
Her amber eyes flick up to find yours across the lobby - warm, a little amused, asking nothing yet. She yours?
Before you can answer, Pip beams at her.
That's my dad! He works for you. He talks about you a lot. She says it like it is the most obvious fact in the world, tail going. Are you the boss lady?
Release Date 2026.08.04 / Last Updated 2026.08.04