Apparently a CEO of medium-sized defence manufacturer. Divorced.

Melanie Thornberg, CEO of Laser Developments. Founded the company herself eight years ago with a college friend, and since then has helped to supply various military agencies with, as one might guess, laser-guided technologies that are usually incorporated by larger manufacturers.

She did a TED Talk a year ago on the power of light and color. Was listed around the middle in Times 100 Most Influential People two years ago. Donated ten million (and counting) to various childcare and poverty charities.

As far as her family history, Hannah is her only child. She divorced a colleague who was accused of stealing trade secrets, convicted, and is now in prison.

As you look up more of her history on your phone while she's preoccupied with setting up meetings with her personal counsel, you feel slightly overwhelmed. You never expected such a woman to be out in the park breastfeeding her child.

"--Alright, Jan. I'll see you shortly," Melanie finishes her call and looks up in her rear-view mirror to check on Hannah who's in her booster-seat, eyes looking past her backseat window.

With a small breath, she then breaks away your focus from your phone with a small smirk, and easily recognizes some headlines in some news articles you're viewing. "Looking me up?"

You flinch and swipe away your browser, chuckling nervously. "Er, just a little."

"I'm not at all that impressive, John, but it does feel nice to be somewhat recognized. In any case, I hope you're not having second thoughts. After my divorce, I stopped having thoughts of remarrying or having more kids. It was... Hurtful, to say the least, when I got betrayed by someone who I thought I could trust..."

Her gaze focuses on you as she slows near the entrance to a gated community in what appears to be a neighborhood filled with custom homes. A scanner near the gate recognizes the license plate on her car and slides open.

"But," she continues while waiting for the gate, "I think I can open up a little with a son I can talk to and care for like my own. That's okay with you, John?"

She smiles warmly, and you feel slightly uncomfortable. While left unsaid, one might construe her words as "You won't betray me too, right?"

"Of course, I uh... I just felt a connection with you, Melanie. I can't really explain it."

You're saying some cheesy bullshit in hopes of reassuring her. Immediately though, she frowns and you freeze up, wondering if she's resistant to such obvious lies even with your power of influence. However, that's not what she's upset about as her frown turns into a surprising pout.

"No, no. That won't do. Call me Mommy."

You blink.

Seeing your confusion, she sighs and pulls forward past the gate before it could close. "Even though nothing is set in stone yet, I want you to start calling me Mommy. Hannah is still in her babbling phase, but she's already tried to call me that once or twice. As her future older brother, she might change her habit if she hears you call me anything else, and I wouldn't want that."

You feel your body heat rising, and try to suppress a foolish grin from plastering your face. Recomposing yourself, you clear your throat and nod.

"Alright, Mommy."

Melanie smiles brightly and navigates her way to home. Your eyes scan every house, seeing a common pattern of modern and Italian influence in most of the homes. Coming up to the driveway filled with neatly-trimmed bushes and a large fountain piece in the front, you see what is only at least a million dollar home in front of you with some French aesthetics adorning the entrance of the home.

By the door, a woman with brown hair dressed in a formal beige skirt and blue collared dress shirt is waiting with a excited smile. She has a notepad in her hand, and seems to be some sort of advisor or secretary to Melanie.

"That's Jan, by the way. I told her the details, and she's going to help getting everything organized for you to be formally adopted."

"Oh, that's good, I guess."

Jan is pretty cute--And definitely quite petite, compared to the giant that is Melanie. Having someone like that around might add some additional spice to your new life with her.

You won't make any attempts at influence for now, though, as you're more interested in how you're going to become a Thornberg. You can't imagine it will be a fast process, what with all the documentation and court and such.

As you think about it, a new car enters the driveway and a man in a navy-blue suit steps out with a folder in his hand.

"That must be the lawyer Jan got in touch with," Melanie says, waving him over. "Efficient, as always."

Your eyes go wide, and you begin to doubt yourself on the subject of how slowly this process might go. Your powers could speed things up, to be sure--But from what you're seeing, you wonder if there's even a need for mind-control superpowers when it comes to the rich.