Shoomsery Publishing, founded in 1986, is a well-known and established publishing house not only in England but worldwide, as it has ties with several other companies, such as the one that would eventually end up publishing the Henry Potter books in America, Scholartastic.
As the original holder of the publishing rights for the franchise, all of the contracts and paperwork formerly in Jennifer’s hands came from them. They had gone through dozens of adjustments until both parties were content with the agreement, yet as I stood outside of the lackluster and unimpressive building, I knew if I didn’t play my cards right, I would inevitably end up destroying the franchise altogether.
One wrong move or slip up, and Poof, Henry Potter never existed; anyone else would probably be shitting themselves with nervousness right now; I, on the other hand, was different.
Standing on the sidewalk outside the publishing company, with my hands in my kangaroo pocket after being dropped off by the cab, I looked over at Jennifer and saw she seemed frightened and worried.
I could tell from her facial expressions and body language that she was extremely confused about why we were there in the first place. Since I hadn’t told her a single thing about the handover, my slave had been completely in the dark and only realized where we were going the moment the two of us got out of the cab.
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Shaking my head, I spun my backpack onto my chest, unzipped it, and pulled out a stack of documents stored in a folder before handing them to Jennifer.
"My Lord?" Taking the folder from me, Jennifer asked, utterly confused as to what was going on.
"What’s yours now belongs to me, and we are here to finalize that notion. I want you to skim through all this and sign everything in that folder while we wait for our meeting to begin. Ask no more questions; do as you are told." Picking my ear with my left pinky finger, I watched as horror and realization dawned on Jennifer while reading the first few pages, and even noticed a few tears dripping down her cheeks.
No matter if this went against her will, I had long since shattered her mind to a point where she could no longer defy me. Finding a nearby bench to sit down at, Jennifer, through sobs, signed each of the papers that not only tarnished her legacy but handed over everything to me.
There was even a detailed statement detailing her deceit and theft of the series from me, her student, and it would be presented to the staff of Shoomsery, along with how the transfer process would go.
Each document that Jennifer signed was like a knife plunging into her heart. By the time she finished off the final one, she had appeared hollow, if only for a second, before the Effects of my Talent once again took hold, returning the woman to the usual self she had been exhibiting post our little night together.
Unfortunately for Jennifer, I couldn’t care less about what she was feeling or going through, having what she thought would be her life’s work ripped away. When she got up and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, I was quick to swipe the folder filled with documents from her and begin walking toward the building.
’With that, phase one is complete; the point of having Jennifer do all this was to leave a paper trail, one which, if followed by any outside Returner, would lead to absolutely nowhere, as my real name wasn’t mentioned, only my penname, C.A. Jetlen.’
Stepping into the building with Jennifer hot on my heels, I used my Telepathy to make her take the lead and walk up to the reception counter, where a young lady wearing heavy makeup and platinum blond hair looked up with a smile.
"Ah, you’re Miss Rowing; I recognize you from the last time you were here. I have it in my notes that you have a meeting with your agent, the legal department, and a few managers." The instant the woman opened her mouth, a shrill spew of information began dripping out, nearly causing me to flinch at how nasally and high-pitched her voice was.
"You are still a few minutes early, so please have a seat in the lobby while I put on some tea for you and…oh, I didn’t notice you brought your son with you." The chatty receptionist babbled on and on for a moment until noticing me standing there silently.
’This is Cal, my Student, not my son, and I figured I’d bring him along with me since he is an aspiring author.’ Massaging my temple to stop the ringing caused by the woman’s voice, I spoke directly into Jennifer’s mind, giving her a script to follow.
"Oh my, no, no, this is Cal, my Student; however, I don’t fault you for mistaking him to be my son, haha," placing her hand around back my head in an affectionate manner, Jennifer carefully hovered her hand over my body, extremely careful not to touch me after what happened earlier this morning.
"Since I had some business to attend to, I figured I’d bring him along with me since he is an aspiring author; that way, he could experience the world; although rather young, he’s quite a smart lad." Smiling down at me tenderly for a moment, Jennifer removed her hand from behind me, and after a bit of small talk, the two of us walked over to the lobby and took a seat.
"Well played, Jennifer," leaning over and whispering loud enough that only my slave would hear, I gave her a rare compliment, and frankly, I meant it.
I never expected this dumb slave of mine to be such a decent actor. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if that little act worked on someone like my brother or even Father, but I could easily see through her words and took note of her explicitly avoiding touching me.
"Thank you, My Lord," beaming brightly at my compliment, Jennifer was practically vibrating with excitement, making me roll my eyes in annoyance.