Thanks for the feedback so far. I hope I can keep this story quality up. I have run into some major creative issues on how this should go. I know HOW I want it to end, but getting there is some trouble. So there may be some delays on this as I work through it and write up something good.
PART XIII
Brandi took the coffee cup from Cindy's hand and looked over her report one last time. She sipped it and nodded. "Perfect Cindy, you have it down perfectly."
Cindy beamed. "Thank you, Ms. Brandi."
Brandi looked at the report and nodded. "My report to Mr. Case is complete. Get me a sealable envelop while I print."
"Of course. I will get your bag ready and let the office know you will be leaving shortly."
Brandi nodded and hit print. "Well, Private Secretary Cindy has turned out quite well." Kory said.
Brandi smiled as Cindy walked to the door. Cindy had the sexy librarian look going, slightly above the knee black skirt, white sleeveless blouse, black stockings and heels, and glasses with her hair done up in a bun.
"Yes, she had turned out perfectly. Once we adjusted her memories she slid right into her new life with no issues."
"And she is quick on the uptake as well. Your instructions on personal protection and counter-surveillance seem to be taking hold." Kory said with the feelings of satisfaction. "She will soon be a perfect loyal agent for us."
Brandi let the "us" pass even though she still had some issues with Kory thinking like that. It was still her body, even if she did have to share right now.
But Kory was right. It was Friday morning, and Brandi had been working with Cindy over the last three days, molding her mind with some scissoring, ripping out some memories, and adjusting others, until Cindy had been completely remade.
She was 100% loyal to Brandi, to the point that Brandi had been able to have her put a gun loaded with dummy rounds to her head and pull the trigger with no hesitation. Brandi had removed that memory shortly afterwards just to make sure there was no baggage from the event. Her entire outlook had been reshaped to think that her whole life revolved around serving Brandi as her personal secretary and assistant. Her drive had been refocused to be the best assistant to Brandi that she could be, and she had dove into her new reality quickly.
Brandi had let Mr. Case know she was hiring her on as her assistant. She had informed him about how she had found the coke and how she had then "adjusted her mind" a bit while high. She left out the how much adjustment had been done, but she had simply said she wanted to keep Cindy close to keep tabs on her and see how her messing in her head worked out over time and Mr. Case had agreed. While Cindy was technically on Mr. Case's payroll now (on paper, she was a lower-level project manager), Brandi was the one paying her salary and benefits out of her own pocket, and Brandi had made sure she was well compensated.
"I want her level of loyalty to seem well paid for. It will help ensure that if someone starts getting suspicious we have an easy explanation. Good money is always a good reason." Brandi had told Kory and Kory couldn't argue that.
And Brandi was enjoying having an "assistant". Cindy proved to be well organized, and she was able to run Brandi's home office quite well, taking care of all the little tasks, and then moving on to cleaning and other chores during the day. As well as provide sexual enjoyment when needed.
Brandi smiled at that thought. Cindy was quite the little submissive slut now, and Brandi enjoyed her attentions at least once a day.
Brandi sighed. "I do enjoy having my own assistant, but I think we can both agree we are suffering from a full-on case of nymphomania. Cripes Kory, couldn't you have picked a secretary or a taxi driver or something other than a stripper for your cover?"
Kory giggled and Brandi got the impression of her licking her lips hungrily. "Oh you are so full of shit Brandi! You LOVE it!"
Brandi giggled. "I do, but we still need to be careful. We start going crazy and my boss will know, and that means questions."
"Yeah, true that. But he is pretty happy about you taking care of Steve."
Steve had been true to his word. The phone calls had stopped aside from one last one where Steve apologized for being unprofessional and stated that he would not ever call them again. Brandi had told Mr. Case that she had a talk with him and he was fully committed to NOT asking about what she did.
Brandi suspected Mr. Case was checking out Steve and she suspected that he had noted Steve dropping his curiosity right after her "talk" with him.
Brandi was glad for that. But she was a bit nervous about her upcoming talk with her boss. After letting him know about her adjustments to Cindy, she was expecting more questions.
Brandi stood up and put on her blazer. She was working the professional business-woman look today and she headed towards the door. She shifted a bit and frowned.
"Odd, my bra seems tight." Brandi thought.
"I was feeling that too. You're a 36 DD right? It feels like we need a bigger cup size."
"But why? I guess this bra shrunk in the wash or something."
Brandi checked her makeup in a mirror and smiled. "Lovely." She frowned a bit again at her eye color. "Still has that blue tint to it. Weird. And blue eyes don't run in my family." She said.
"You have been saying that for the last three days, so yeah I know. We will figure it out, come on, we gotta go." Kory said.
Brandi got her bag, keys and sunglasses from Cindy. Brandi showed her out (she still wasn't quite ready to trust her with full access yet) and locked up. "Cindy, take the rest of the day off with pay. I won't be needing you until Monday."
"Yes Ms. Brandi, thank you. I will see you then." She said with a smile and headed off.
Brandi got into her car and drove to the office. She swiped in and went into one of the back offices. After a bit a man came in and swept it for bugs, including her, and then Mr. Case came in.
"Here's my report, paper only as requested."
"Good. Brandi, you have caused quite a stir in Chicago. The underworld there has broken into several fractions and there is currently an underground war going on. The main mob family has split into two groups, and lots of corrupt officials are either getting sold down the river or ending up dead. Your DA has turned state's evidence and he and his wife are in witness protection."
"Well shit, so much for all my hard work." Kory said with some disgust. "Fucking figures, I'm gone for a week and they all go back to fighting for power. Fucking idiots."
Brandi shrugged. "Oh well. Not to sound indifferent, but not my problem so long as the client is happy."
Mr. Case smiled. "A good mindset to have, but in this case you need to be aware of a couple of things. Kory's dead, but the word is that some of her close friends might have access to some information that would be very dangerous or helpful to the new power brokers and they are looking for it. The name Emerald has been thrown around and there is a $1 million reward out for her alive."
Brandi let out a low whistle. "Good to know boss. I won't be using that shape for a while then."
Mr. Case gave her a level look. "Smart. But one other thing, Lucinda, the woman you copied this form initially? She's dead."
