This revelation does not help the foggy state of your mind. What did she just say? You desperately want not to come off as a doofus who is in over his head, but you have to work this out.
"You have a twin?" It's a dumb question but you ask it.
"Yup" Molly seems proud of herself in an uncharacteristically slutty way. Though who knows what's characteristic anymore.
"And you do things together?"
"Yup."
"For him?"
"For anyone, really." She smiles politely. How can she still have shades of her playful, innocent personality coming through this new sluttiness?
The idea just can't plant in your brain. "I'm sorry. You have an identical twin?"
She giggles. "We'd be the worst pair of dirty twins ever if we weren't identical."
Molly's words ring in your ears. 'dirty twins' and again 'dirty twins.' This is real. This is really happening.
"Well, you may not be for much longer." Mr. Milton intercedes. "identical, I mean."
Molly looks at him quizzically.
"You're being promoted, dear." His wicked smile knows no end. "You're being promoted to top slut."
Molly's face lights up. How can innocent Molly be so excited to become 'top slut?' Because innocent Molly isn't innocent. You have to stop letting this flummox you. You have work to do.
"His, top slut?" Molly is piecing it together. She's figuring out that you're taking over the company and taking over her.
"Don't worry. He'll get it together. He'll figure out what to do with you." Mr. Milton seems shockingly forgiving of your current torpor.
"It's not me I'm worried about." Molly turns her head to you. She doesn't care that you're shaking off the shock of this new reality. "If you turn me into the top slut, what will become of my twin? What will become of Mary?"
'Molly and Mary' you think to yourself. 'Dirty twins.' Long red hair. Freckled bodies. You take a deep breath. This is an opportunity to show that you deserve what's coming your way.
You concentrate. You feel the fog dissolve from your brain. You're in control of the situation. And Molly deserves an answer.
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