Old-School Discipline: Cheyne & Taylor's Lesson

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The morning sun cast long, accusatory shadows across the dusty floorboards of the old study, a room that seemed to breathe the very essence of old-school discipline. Cheyne Collins stood with a rigid posture that spoke of generations of strict upbringing, his gaze fixed on the young woman before him. Taylor Chanel, for her part, tried to maintain a defiant composure, but her trembling hands betrayed a deep-seated anxiety. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and lemon polish, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil unfolding within those four walls. “This is not about punishment, Taylor,” Cheyne’s voice was a low, steady baritone, devoid of anger but filled with immense gravity. “It is about understanding the consequences of one’s actions, a lesson you seem determined to avoid.” He gestured to a heavy, leather-bound ledger on the desk, its pages filled with the meticulous script of past accounts and settled debts. A single tear traced a path down Taylor’s cheek as she finally met his stern eyes, the fight draining from her in a weary sigh. She knew this was not merely a scolding but a pivotal moment, a crucible that would forever define her path forward. In the ensuing silence, the only sound was the deliberate ticking of a grandfather clock, marking the slow, painful passage of time toward an inevitable reckoning. This was the day Taylor would learn that some traditions, however severe, were designed not to break the spirit but to forge a stronger, more resilient character from its raw materials.