Commission for Aliclan (Patreon)
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I'm here for my interview sir! the diminutive mouse meeped weakly.
Her nervousness clearly visible. As the office doors snapped shut behind her, Milo, the sharply dressed business-cat, got up from his fancy executive chair and approached the tiny mouse. Towering over the nervous little thing, he kneeled down in front of her and flashed a devilish, predatory grin. Before she could react, his huge paw snatched her up, her panicked squeaks soon muffled by a thick feline tongue. Her freshly groomed fur coated in a thick layer of slimy cat spit. What was once a cute little creature with hopes and dreams of finding success in the big city, ended in an instant, becoming nothing more than a business lunch for this sharply dressed boss-cat.
Milo pressed the intercom button on his desk and calmly addressed his secretary, "Send the next one in."