“Let’s go, slut, red carpet time.” Ian Gruber said to Margitte, laying well used in bed. “Get yourself together. Car leaves in an hour.”

“Yes, Master,” Margitte said, her personality now completely changed to be loyal and madly in love with Ian Gruber, her master and lover.

“Well you certainly look like an angel and fuck like a porn star,” Ian Gruber said as he got out of bed, leaving a spent Margitte Magnussen a spent mess after the girl gave her all to show her love for her Master, and her desire to please him in becoming like a porn star for most of the prior evening and early morning.

“Of course, Master…” the young woman replied groggily, energy nearly gone.

Margitte followed her instructions and prepared herself for an event. She was used to being the face of the Master’s fragrance by now, and it was something she had grown into. Being photographed, being interviewed in small doses, being the new face of the day, a new media darling. And she was used to being in love with her Master and owner. Her conditioning seemed seamless, in private a slave and porn star, and in public a pretty young newcomer smitten with the dashing older gentleman.

After an afternoon of porn star like sexual deviance, Margitte was ready and handled the red carpet with ease, playing her “i’m just a lucky orphan girl” role to perfection. On this occasion, like many others recently, she was asked about therapy.

“I was lucky enough to be helped by the best therapist, she literally made me into what I am today…” Margitte replied, as Ian stood next to her and grinned. “Thank you Dr. WInchester!”

Once inside, Ian pulled the girl aside.

“Excellent job on the interview,” Ian said.

“Thank you, Ian,” Margitte said, responding with his first name as they were in public.

“So tonight you will attend the after party, let loose, have fun, follow the other models,” Ian said.

“Giannis will handle transportation.”

Ian knew the after party would be something that was unfamiliar to Margitte, and knew she would follow the lead of the other models, who were no angels themselves.

“Do what they do, enjoy yourself, party with them,” Ian instructed, a slightly wry smile crossing his face.

“Yes, Ian, I will do as you say,” Margitte said.

Ian grinned.

“I know you will, because you are my slave,” Ian said. “And because you love me, no matter what…”

Ian laughed.

Margitte, in a moment of clarity, agreed. Her love for him was undeniable- and the thing that finally crushed any resolve she may have harbored.

* * *

At 5am in the morning, a very disheveled looking Margitte rolled into Ian’s bed. Hair and makeup a mess, clothes rumpled, heels nowhere to be found, hose filled with holes.

“I take it you had fun?” Ian asked, woken by the noise.

“Ummmm yeahhh…… “ Margitte stammered and giggled, the combination of drunk and high still evident.

“That’s a good girl, slut,” Ian said. “Wake up time is two hours, we have a meeting this morning.”

Margitte rolled on her back as she fell onto the bed and just said…” k…..” as she giggled and passed out, semi dressed as she was.

Ian was up and ready to go, watching the morning tabloid television shows, seeing what the coverage was from the prior night.

“And in further news, the seemingly well put together new model taking the tabloids by storm, Margitte Magnussen? It looks like she needs to head back to therapy…” the tv anchor replied, as video of a visibly impaired Margitte stumbled and fell outside the club she was partying in with the other models.

Ian laughed as his security team member made his way into the room.

“What is missing from that report, G?” the wealthy businessman and slave trader asked.

“Lots of little white lines, Sir,” the security man mentioned. “Inside the club, so no media was there to catch that.”

“And did our little slut party with the others?” Ian asked.

“Yes, Sir,”Giannis replied. “She took to it pretty fast.”

“Excellent,” the well dressed man in the suit replied.

Just then, an exhausted looking Margitte walked in slowly.

“Rough night, slut?” Ian asked.

“No Master…. Rough morning….” Margitte replied.

“Good answer, slut,” Ian said. “Have fun partying?”

“Yes, Master,” Margitte said slowly.

“Very good, slut, it’s time for you to be the ultimate party girl, and enjoy it, do you understand?” Ian instructed her.

“Yes, Master…” she replied, taking two aspirin as she took a drink of hot coffee.

* * *

Fairly quickly the tabloid television shows had an almost nightly spot about party girl Margitte, and fairly soon after the party girl was doing things on her own. Drinking earlier in the day, purchasing cocaine from other party girl models Ian had connected her with. Using more frequently.

And the tabloids were covering it almost daily. Publicly, Margitte would brush off the party and drug use accusations, consistently. When pushed she would invoke that therapy had prepared her for success, and would on occasion name Willow Winchester by name as her therapist.

Days turned to weeks, and soon Margitte went from pretty young starlet to someone viewed as needing help.

After another night partying for Margitte, and a night of crazy porn star sex, Ian Gruber quickly showered and headed to his office while his masterpiece got ready to meet with media regarding his fragrance’s success where he would be joined by Margitte, the face of the brand. He was met by his chief of security, who provided him with a message.

“This arrived this morning, Sir,” the bald man said, handing an envelope to the wealthy socialite business man.

“Thank you, from who?” Gruber asked.

“Winchester…” the security chief replied.

“This should be interesting,” Gruber said, opening the sealed envelope with a cheshire cat-like grin.

“I don’t know what you are doing by having your party girl throw my name all over the media, but this needs to stop. Neither of us wants that kind of scrutiny… Desist or I will be forced to react.

WW”

“Sir?” the large security professional said.

“Well now it’s getting fun,” Ian said laughing, writing out a note in reply.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, she was just being grateful for all you have done for her. But this I do know, you sent the girl to me. By the way, I broke her inside one week. She is quite a submissive trophy party slut. But I am growing tired of her. Let’s meet and discuss terms of your buyback. Otherwise, she will continue and mention you by name every time there is a camera present. I am sure the media, and authorities will soon wonder what you had to do with this girl…

Ian”

“Send this to her,” Gruber said with a laugh.

“What are you planning, Sir, I will need to get security wherever you meet, obviously,” the security chief asked.

“Something where our competition ends, I win, and the fragrance company gets a lot of free publicity,” Gruber said. “Lot’s of publicity…”

“Rehab?” the security chief asked.

“Something like that, but with a twist. I will look like the doting boyfriend, the company gets miles of publicity as its face seeks help, and Winchester gets hers,” Gruber said cryptically.

* * *

Simone Simonson sat in her remote office, her security chief called a meeting. She kept the man waiting as she finished an important phone call with her non agency private investigator and fixer of things.

“Yes, I did receive the items you sent me, you say you were able to get them from Gruber? How?” the doctor asked, then listened as her secretive phone partner continued. “I see.. So he is not careful in his private room at his new restaurant, you found them on a cart there…”

Simone took a deep breath as she held up a small vial of clear liquid, procured from Gruber’s restaurant.

“Wait a second, you are telling me you think you saw Hina Sakura on the grounds there?” Simonson asked. “Woah… if it is her we have a whole new set of problems… but you are sure…that means she isn’t a recluse on an island or whatever she said at the press conference… and that makes me very nervous. Thanks, you’re the best….”

Simone took a deep breath and steadied herself as she invited the security chief in the office.

“Doctor, we have reports of the girl getting involved with drugs and partying, and Gruber seems to be enjoying it…” the security chief said.

“I have seen the reports…” Simonson said. “What of Winchester, who she mentions in the press… any updates?”

“Yes… look at who is her new body girl?” the bald man said, flipping a picture on the desk.

‘I’ll be damned… Bailey Best….” Simonson said, shaking her head.

Simone was at a crossroads, being the only one who knew who Margitte truly was….

“Have a drink with me,” Simone said, as she poured a glass of scotch for the security team leader. “Close the door.”

As she saw the chief close the door, she took the vial stolen from Gruber and poured it into the drink of her security chief.

As the pair sat there making small talk, Simone noticed the man losing focus and staring off into space.

“You alright, Captain?” the doctor asked.

“Yes…” was the slow and faint reply, one the doctor had seen in deeply hypnotized, well conditioned, well trained subjects.

The doctor took out a penlight and shined it into the eyes of the armed Captain.

“Captain, I want you to just relax and listen to my voice, can you do that?” the Doctor asked, improvising as she went along.

“Yes….” the man replied, even slower.

“Very good Captain, raise your right hand for me,” the doctor tested.

“Yes….” the man said as he raised his right hand.

“Very good, Captain,” the doctor said. “Remove your belt, and gun, carefully, and place them on the floor.”

“Yes…” he said as he slowly stood and removed his belt and gun, gently placing them on the floor.

Simone was impressed with the drug, no federal agent would willingly remove his belt and gun, so she decided to push things to see the full scale of what this drug could do.

“Captain, you want me to be fully in charge of this investigation and will support me how I see fit, no questions asked. Just obedience,” the doctor said. “Tell me you will be obedient for me…”

“I will be obedient for you,” the captain said.

“Very good, Captain,” the doctor pressed. “Praise from me will feel amazing. Whenever I tell you the words ‘I think’ followed by a suggestion, you will follow that suggestion without question, it will feel natural because I am your superior, and you support my every decision… Do you understand?”

“Yes…” the Captain said, his eyes unfocused and voice slow, soft and steady.

“Good boy, Captain,” the doctor praised, and watched as he sighed contentedly, feeling pleasure.

“Captain, when I snap my fingers, you will feel wide awake, remembering nothing is out of the ordinary. Is that clear?” Simone asked, unsure if the drug would allow him to be wide awake, she was still testing things on the fly.

“Yes…” the Captain replied.

Dr. Simonson felt bad, using the drug, but she wanted to control the narrative. Entirely. She wanted to do her best to protect the girl, and her team, and felt controlling every aspect was potentially necessary.

SNAP

The captain blinked several times. As the doctor watched him get to full awareness, albeit slowly.

“So that’s everything, Captain,” the doctor said, as the Captain before her shook his head.

“Yes, Doctor, I see…” He said questioningly.

“I think for the good of the investigation I should control everything, what do you think, Captain?” Simone asked.

“I agree, doctor….” he answered.

“I think I should bring in every team member and hypnotize them and update their training, what do you think, Captain?” Simone asked.

“I agree, doctor,’ the Captain said immediately.

“I think you should not tell them anything about it, I’ll tell them when they see me, what do you think, Captain?” Simone asked.

“That’s a good idea, Doctor,” the man replied.

“Captain, I think you should make a schedule for every team member to see me over the next three days, as we sit here,” SImonson instructed.

“Yes, Doctor,” the Captain said.

“I think you should unzip your pants and play with yourself as you make the schedule, Captain,” SImone said, pushing to see if the command held.

“Yes, Doctor,” the captain said, standing, unzipping his pants then sitting and stroking himself with his left hand as his right hand picked up a pen and began completing a schedule.

“I think you want me to tell you when you are allowed to cum, Captain,” the doctor said, not believing what she was doing.

“Yes, Doctor…” the Captain said, stroking with his left hand.

“I think you always need permission to cum,” Simonson pushed.

“Ok, Doctor…” the man replied.

Simonson felt bad doing this to her top agent, but she wanted to see what this drug could do to test what she would be up against.

“I think when the schedule is complete, you will be right on the edge, captain, and need to ask permission to cum from me at that point,” Simone suggested.

“Yes, Doctor,” the man said, still stroking with his left hand as his right hand made a schedule for the agents to visit the Doctor to ‘update their mental health protocols’.

Simone watched as she noticed the man trying to concentrate on making a schedule, while also putting himself right on the edge as he did so. Simone noticed the commands held equal importance, and then added in another thing to the mix.

‘You are doing very well, Captain,” Simonson praised, noticing his breathing quickening and his arousal increasing, as his eyes glazed over. The Doctor allowed him to make it to the edge, where he took a deep breath.

“That’s a very good boy,” he said, upping his intensity with praise.

“I’m finished with the schedule, doctor…” he asked, left hand pistoning up and down.

“Good boy,” she said, seeing the same result again.

“Doctor, may I cum?” He asked, matter of factly as he stroked.

“I think you should kneel,” Doctor Simonson ordered.

The large federal agent knelt, hand never stopping.

“Good boy,” Simone pressed. “When you cum, make sure you leave everything in your underwear, no messes on my office floor.”

“Yes, Doctor,” He said as he knelt.

“Cum now,” the doctor said.

“OOOOOohhhhhhh… the man yelled, finishing his duty and spilling into his underwear.

Simone Simonson sketched out notes about her interaction with the drug procured from Ian Gruber after her fast and intense research session with the Captain

“Dismissed, Captain, I think you should clean yourself up,” she said.

“Yes, Doctor,” the agent said, getting off his knees, pulling up his pants, putting his belt and gun back around his waist as he exited the office, not worried about the evident stain in the front side of his pants.

“Well that’s something very powerful,” Simone said to herself, eyeing the two dozen vials she had from her source. “I’ll need more investigation on this for sure. I need to control this narrative so every agent will be tested with this…”

Doctor Simonson reluctantly used the next two days to ensure her control of the narrative, and all 12 agents on her team.

* * *

Ian Gruber was solo standing at the podium, his fragrance logo on the podium.

“Thank you all for coming,” Ian said, looking at the throng of reporters and media present.

“Is this about Margitte, Mr. Gruber?” an over enthusiastic reporter asked.

“No questions at this time, I have a simple statement,” Ian pressed.

The press shuffled and groaned a bit, and waited for him to continue.

“It saddens me to report that our spokesperson and face of the fragrance, and my very beautiful girlfriend Margitte Magnusson will be out of the spotlight for the near future to focus on her health and well being…” Ian started before the press started their questions again.

“Is it her mental health?”

“Is it alcohol?”

“Is it drugs?”

“Is she unstable? We see her out every night impaired?”

Ian put them off, waving his hands to calm the hoard.

“Please…. Please… this is a very young woman we are talking about, please respect her privacy. I just want to get her taken care of and back to the Margitte I fell in love with… no questions, please respect our privacy at this time….”

Ian Gruber exited the stage and headed out the back door into his waiting car. A second car, the one he entered the press briefing from, was still waiting out front. The media was waiting there for his exit.

“How did it go, boss?” the security chief asked.

“Perfectly… now to the quiet house so we can deliver our little starlet to her therapist…” Ian laughed.

* * *

“Gruber is bringing Margitte back to us…” Willow Winchester said to her body girl, now double agent Bailey Best.

“Why?” Bailey asked.

“He broke her. If I don’t take her back, she will continue to drop my name in the press, and I don’t want or need the publicity,” Winchester replied. “It’s very bad for business.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey replied. “What’s the plan for getting her back?”

“I have a slave who has a business in an otherwise empty storefront outside of town. Gruber will be sending his goons to make sure it isn’t filled with our security,” Winchester replied. “I will have the employees there under my control, but the place will not have any arms there. You will accompany me inside, unarmed. That agent bitch, Faith, the one you turned will be in the shadows, armed in case anything goes wrong. Gruber delivers Margitte with his unarmed goon.”

“As long as we have protection…” Bailey began, her Agency background kicking into gear.

“Stop. That is the plan, period,” Winchester sternly responded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey said. “What are your plans with her when she gets back here?”

“See what damage he has done to her, and go from there,” Winchester replied. “He has broken her… she is a mess- you see her media coverage… No more talk of this, you should use your tongue for something else now…”

“With pleasure, Mistress,” Bailey said, sinking to her knees and removing the white pants and white silk panties of her mistress.

“That’s what I want your tongue for, less talking….” WInchester said as the mother of Margitte used her tongue for a pleasing purpose. “More pleasing… that’s a good slave…”

* * *

“She should be out in a few moments, just has to let the drug wear off from her programming,” Griber told his security chief.

“She took to it well, Sir?” Giannis asked.

“Just like always,” Gruber replied, stuffing objects into the handbag of Margitte.

“Then we are all systems go?” Giannis asked. “Our team is set outside the location, just in case.”

“We are all set then.” Gruber replied. “Just waiting on the slut to shake the drug’s effect.”

Margitte soon entered the room where the men stood, wearing tight jeans and white blouse with running shoes on her feet.

“All ready, slut?” Gruber asked.

“Yes, Master…” Margitte said. “I just have to go to the little girl’s room first…”

“Very well, slut…” Gruber said.

Margitte walked into the bathroom and pulled out a small vial, set out two lines of cocaine, took the straw from her pocket and snorted them, throwing the now empty vial, lid and straw into the wastebasket and covering them with paper napkins and tissues.

She looked in the mirror, wiped her nose, and smiled at what a good party girl she was, flushing the toilet before she left the bathroom.

“Let’s go, slut,” Gruber said as he moved her to the waiting car, where Giannis drove them to the drop off point.

* * *

“We have movement, Doctor,” The Agency security captain said, watching Guber and Margitte leave the Gruber estate in a car driven by Giannis.

“Follow at distance, we have the other team already in place, following Winchester and Best…” Simone Simonson replied. “The girl and Agent pest are the priority here…”

* * *

Inside the empty cafe sat a white sundress wearing Willow Winchester, her ever present body person, Bailey Best, standing nearby.

“Everything is a go, slave,” Willow said. “Be on the lookout for anything strange…”

“Yes, Mistress,” Bailey replied, in tight fitting white pants and top, white sneakers.

As the car with Gruber, Margitte and Giannis pulled up, the pair in the back had a conversation.

“You will know what to do when the time is right, slut,” Grumer reassured. “You’ll be with your therapist for a while…”

Margitte started to get agitated.

“I don’t want to go, Ian…” she said. “I don’t want to leave you…”

“You will do as you are told, slut…” Ian said with purpose. “No questions asked, I am right, remember?”

“But I love you… I don’t want to leave you…” the young, high girl said with pleading eyes.

“You will do what you are told, and that starts now, is that clear, slut?” Ian said more forcefully.

“Yes… Master…” was the slow, sad reply.

Giannis opened the door and led the pair inside, where a waiting Willow Winchester sat.

Margite did a double take seeing Willow, then Bailey standing over her shoulder.

Ian put his hand on the small of Margitte’s back and led her inside.

“You could have just dropped her off, you know,” Willow said.

“But that would deny me seeing your face knowing I broke her, and broke your weak training, Willow. Where’s the fun in that?” Ian Gruber laughed.

“Maybe so… in the press it seems like you have done a number on the girl…” Willow replied.

Ian just laughed as he turned to Margitte.

“Go with her, now,” he instructed.

Margitte balked, and she started to tremble as she stood in place next to Ian.

“Please don’t make me go.. I want to stay with you… I love you..!” the pretty spokesmodel yelled.

“I am right, I know what is best,” Gruber said forcefully. “Go with her now!”

“PLEASE NO!!! The girl shouted… I love you, I need you….” Margitte cried.

Gruber snapped his fingers in front of the girl, who stopped shrieking, but continued to shake, tears rolling down her face.

“Please….” She said quietly.

“I am right… you need to go now…” Gruber said. “We will be together soon…”

Margitte turned and looked at Willow, who stood up at the table and began to clap sarcastically.

“Was that show for my benefit? If so, well done team!” the white witch mocked.

Margitte began her 10 foot walk to Willow, white handbag slung over her shoulder.

“So you love him, huh Margitte?” Willow said sarcastically. “That’s so sweet.”

Ian laughed. Margitte stared at the floor.

Giannis motioned for his boss to begin to exit, waving him back to the entrance where he stood just inside.

Bailey took a step next to Willow, eyeing the entire scene.

As Margitte got to within five feet, Willow snapped her fingers.

“Remember, Margitte, turnabout is always fair play…” Willow said, staring right at the pretty girl walking toward her.

Margitte stopped and stared at Willow blankly, opened her bag and pulled out what Ian Gruber had placed inside.

She turned, and pointed the gun at Ian, and without thought pulled the trigger twice, hitting him in the chest twice. Gruber had insisted Margitte become a weapons expert, and she was. The second shot pierced his heart, he was dead nearly instantly.

The sound of the gun shook the quiet, and shook the shooter. Margitte screamed.

“NOOOOOOOOO! YOU MADE ME SHOOT HIM!!! I LOVE HIM!!!” she yelled.

Bailey Best was moving at Margitte at rapid speed, while Giannis was moving in from the other direction yelling for his backup team.

Margitte took the gun and fired at Willow WInchester. Two shots. Twice in the chest. Second shot through the heart.

“YOU MADE ME SHOOT HIM!!!!” Margitte screamed.

The beautiful, broken girl then moved the gun toward her own head.

Bailey Best lunged at Margitte, and tackled her to the ground, the impact knocking the gun out of her hand, her intended shot going wild into the ceiling. Gunfire erupted from behind Willow Winchester, where Faith Folsom began firing at Margitte from one side, while Gruber’s backup fired from the other.

As her mother lay on top of her, blood streaming from her body, Margitte was nearly blacked out.

“Brianna…” Bailey said as her last words, her body protecting her daughter.

Margitte blacked out as the chaos continued.

* * *

“Move in now…” Simone said, as she heard the gunshots. “Secure the perimeter, nobody gets in or out. Shoot to kill… Save the agent and the girl. Everything else is acceptable loss…”

“Copy that, Doctor…”

* * *

Akira sat in stunned silence as Lady Brigitte stopped telling her story.

“Holy shit… that’s a lot, Lady,” Akira said as Lady Brigitte ended her story, looking off into the distance. “I have so many questions….”

“Let’s hold those for now, darling,” the Lady said, holding up her hand. “Let me answer those I can right now…”

Akira inched closer to the edge of her chair, in rapt attention.

“Doctor Simone Simonson rescued me,” the Lady said. “My mother died from her wounds on the scene. Her last words were my original name…”

“So what happened?” Akira queried.

“I was taken in by the Doctor, she helped me get a sense of who I was, where I was from, what happened…” the Lady said. “The Doctor hid everything from the agency, took the lead with her conditioned agents. Cleaned up the mess. I couldn’t be Brianna, and I couldn’t be Margitte any longer…”

“So you became Brigitte, a perfect combination of the old you and the new you…” Akira said.

“Exactly right, Akira,” the Lady said. “You are incredibly intuitive, darling.”

“Thank you, my Lady,” the girl answered.

“The party girl effect of the drugs and alcohol I was consuming in large quantities may have made me emotionally or chemically able to break Gruber’s programming…” Brigitte said. “But Winchester had me deeply conditioned to obey her. Doctor Sorensen said the most likely scenario was the white witch probably triggered me to do to Gruber what I was supposed to do to her…”

“That makes sense, my Lady…” Akira said stoically. “Long term conditioning is a bitch…”

“And because I was so emotionally unstable, I completed my mission after realizing I had killed Ian…” the Lady said, stopping short.

“The man who made you fall in love with him…” Akira said.

“Yes, but let me be clear, darling, whether that love was placed there chemically and conditioned into me, that love is as real to me today as it was then…” the Lady said. “It lasts to this day and will last as long as I have breath to breathe…”

“I’m sorry, my Lady,” Akira answered. “How do you cope?”

“Well, at heart I am a pragmatist, so I realized he was dead and that was over… it doesn’t mean I stop loving him, it just means I need to cope and move on…” Brigitte answered. “Doctor Sorensen was there with amazing techniques to help. Let’s just say those feelings are boxed away…”

Akira smiled at the comment, then moved over to where the Lady sat, stood behind her and gave her a hug.

“I’m sorry, My Lady,” Akira said. “And being a pragmatist allowed you to move on from this, and be ok with not being who you were. To become who you are now.”

“It wasn’t your fault, darling, but I do appreciate you,” Brigitte said with a warm smile. “And the simple answer is yes, that’s correct.”

“And what of the players in the game, my Lady?” Akira questioned.

“Winchester and Gruber were dead instantly.”

“Ironic, since he wanted you to be an expert shot…” the pretty buxom teemager said.

“Yes, exactly right…” Brigitte replied. “Doctor Simonson saved me, took me to a secure location, covered up the crime and cleaned the crime scene and was able to rehabilitate me…”

“I see….” Akira answered.

“Dr. Sorensen had control of her agents to corroborate everything, and her personal cleaners took care of the deaths of Gruber and Winchester…” the Lady continued. “Margitte just disappeared, the press speculated she was preferring a life away from the spotlight. The labs were raided, the people there were all mostly under the influence of Gruber or Winchester, so the Doctor took care of them as well.”

“Doctor Sorensen sounds amazing,” Akira said.

“She taught me everything I know, darling,” the Lady replied. “And I begged her to let me help her take down slave traders who use mind control…”

“And she did…” Akira said.

“Eventually, after I proved myself enough to her…” the Lady said. “She took the training I received from Gruber and Winchester and rerouted them for good..”

“Well, if you need a protege…” Akira said. “I’m all in… and I know who I remind you of. It’s you.”

“Yes, it is, darling, as I said you are smart and intuitive… and yes, you show great promise to be the next in line…” the Lady said. “I have much to teach you…”

“But there is more, isn’t there….” Akira said.

“Yes, there is always a huge risk with this. The drugs Winchester and Gruber used on me had long term effects,” the Lady said. “I could not be Margitte, since Gruber was dead, and I couldn’t be Brianna, since my mother was killed…Doctor Sorensen cleaned that up. Officially we were killed in a car accident as I returned from school overseas. And of course more plastic surgery so I did not look like Margitte…”

“I am sorry about your mother, my Lady,” Akira said, changing paths just slightly.

“Doctor Sorensen told me she had my mother and me as her priority to save… when I was ready she told me how my mother saved me…” Brigitte confided.

“Woah….” Akira said, now sitting at the feet of the Lady, taking her hand.

“And I remembered her last word… I heard it just before I blacked out…” Lady Brigitte said. “She said my birth name…Brianna…”

“That’s a lot to take in… my Lady…” Akira said.

“Yes, it was…” Brigitte replied. “Doctor Sorensen said the trauma of the gunshots, or the noise of the moment or seeing people draw guns on me may have rattled her conditioning…”

Akira drew in a long breath before her reply.

“I don’t know, my Lady, but sometimes I just think a… mother just knows best…”