No, you leave them to it

With the time you arranged to meet the Duffys fast approaching and the matter with which they entrusted you still unresolved (though hopefully not for too much longer), you decide to update them on the progress so far.

"Tilly," you say quietly, so as not to disturb Dr. Blake on the telephone, "I'm going to see your parents now to tell them what's going on and that you need a little more time with Sharon. I'm sure they won't mind waiting if it helps your career."

"Thank-you, Jack," she murmurs in response, "I'll text them as soon as there's any news and thank-you again for helping out like this."

You nod goodbye to the former student and then mime your intentions to the tutor, who gives you a thumbs-up whilst continuing her explanations down the line. You're confident that between the two of them, they'll be able to convince the employer to come up with a plan that's acceptable to all parties. On the way back to Tilly's family, you wonder whether you need to tweak the Rulebook to ensure other companies don't suffer from the same issues as her workplace and decide to do a little research before making any changes.

A quick internet search turns up a report that reveals your nation has one of the highest proportions of women in managerial positions in the world, which seems to suggest things are working fine, but just as you're about to put your smartphone away, something occurs to you and you look more closely. Unfortunately, the report you found has no analysis of the age at which men and women enter middle management, so you can't be sure your rules are not making girls defer their promotions. However, Art, Carol and Cynthia choose this moment to come through the gate, so you're **** to temporarily suspend your investigations, with the firm intention of revisiting the matter later.

You wave to the family and when you meet, immediately set about informing them of the situation, although you leave out the part where you helped flog their daughter to breaking point before fucking her. They're almost giddy with excitement, hugging each other and thanking you profusely for your help. You magnanimously give credit to your grad-student for the breakthrough, but they brush this aside as false modesty.

"I just don't understand why she didn't tell us," Carol wonders aloud.

"She probably did, in her own way," replies Art. "You remember how she always said her colleagues would help train her. Well, we should've realized that would be a conflict if she were their boss. Obviously they still need to punish her when she needs it, but not for following company policy, even of they disagree with it."

You nod and politely make your excuses. Whilst they're perfectly pleasant people, it was their sex-goddess daughter who really interested you and having already taken advantage of her charms, you're ready to move on.