It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I left Jennifer a mess upon concluding my Brainwashing session; the woman was, after all, face down, unconscious, and covered in bodily fluids.
And I didn’t even bother to clean her up; no, I left her there on the couch after destroying not only her mind but also her body for another 2 hours, moving on to the final phase.
After all was said and done, and Jennifer had lost consciousness, I ended up making myself a sandwich in her kitchen, watching a little British television, and then going to her bedroom to sleep, ALONE, mind you.
When my head hit the soft, feathery pillow, I was down for the count. Continuous use of my Talent and repeatedly draining my PC pool had left me in rough shape, and it wasn’t until the next evening, nearly 24 hours later, that I finally awoke, feeling as fresh as could be.
Even so, it still took me nearly an hour to extricate myself from the comfort of the blankets and make my way to shower, and much to my surprise, when I left the bedroom, of which I had locked the door before falling asleep, I found Jennifer kneeling outside the room like the servant she had become thanks to my efforts.
"Lord Xipher, you have been asleep for 25 hours; I hope you rested well." The woman said without looking up at me and continuing to kowtow.
"Mm, it was alright. Your bed is a little too soft for my liking, but it’s neither here nor there. I am going to bathe, prepare a meal for me, and pack a bag; we need to head to London tomorrow morning." Waving my hand dismissively at Jennifer, I put on my best young master act as I stepped around her body and made my way toward the bathroom.
Forty-five minutes and a relaxing warm bath later, I was sitting at the kitchen table eating what I could only call a basic meal…like seriously, the food Jennifer prepared was barely a step up from a TV Dinner, *Frozen Dinner*, canned ravioli, and crackers….
’Tsk, it’s not even Chef B-Dee, some off-brand British shit, whatever, calories are Calories.’ Rolling my eyes as I ate the mushy food, I was careful to watch every reaction coming from Jennifer.
If there was even an inkling of her rebelling, I needed to spot it immediately so that I could resolve the issue, yet from what I could tell; everything was as it should be.
Finishing off the gruel that Jennifer considered a meal, I placed my fork down and turned to face the woman wearing an expression as if expecting praise.
"It was fine. Have you finished packing?" I asked, using my forearm to slide the bowl away from my body.
"Yes, my Lord, I didn’t know how long we would be gone, so I packed enough clothes and items for a full week’s trip." Beaming as bright as the sun, thanks to my lackluster compliment, Jennifer motioned toward a medium-sized suitcase on the opposite side of the kitchen.
"Good. With that out of the way, I need you to bring me all of the documents pertaining to your publishing of Henry Potter, and I mean everything. No matter if it’s important or not, I want to see it." At my order, Jennifer promptly spun on her heels and disappeared deeper into the house, only to return ten minutes later with multiple folders of paperwork.
Then, without me even asking, she began arranging them on the four-person kitchen table in order of importance, with contracts and such being directly in front of me and other small things such as different drafts of the book to the back of the column like towers.
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Leaning forward and picking up the thick stack of papers I knew to be an encompassing legally binding exclusivity contract, I thumbed through it rapidly, committing every word to memory and making a perfect copy, which was then stored in my Imagination Library under a new section titled "Henry Potter Franchise."
For the next several hours, late into the night, I went through every sheet of paper and even the multiple rough drafts of the first and second books, which had already been completed before finishing up around 3 am.
At some point, Jennifer had made both Coffee and Tea for me, and the calm quiet of the room was only interrupted by the faint clacking of tea wear on the table along with the shuffling of papers until I finished and set down the final document before taking a sip of tea and picking back up the contract.
"I can’t believe you actually signed this crock of shit; you essentially handed over everything about your series to Shoomsery Publishing. From the Character names to their likeness and even the finer details, they will essentially own everything; meanwhile, they act as both an intermediary and agent for your franchise." I mused while shooting a disappointed glance in Jennifer’s direction
My words caused the woman’s shoulders to droop in sadness, but I didn’t give a damn about her feelings, so I continued.
"Thankfully, the movie and visual rights belong to you, so some of the ideas I have should still work; overall, I give you a 6/10." Placing my teacup on the table, I examined the paperwork one more time before directing my attention to Jennifer.
"Go bathe and get ready for bed; we need to be up in 4 hours to go pick up my father from a hotel so that we can head to London." Waving my hand, I watched as Jennifer followed my order and headed off to fetch a change of clothes from her bedroom and take a shower.
In the meantime, I took everything from the table and shoved it into my inventory. Since all this would belong to me soon enough anyway, my keeping it wouldn’t be that surprising; however, once that was done, I went around the house, looking for anything considered valuable, depositing it in my inventory, and then I set out to erase any evidence that I had ever been present in the house.
Little did Jennifer know that when we left her residence in a little over four hours, it would be the final time she would ever see her home again.