Epilogue: servant of Mr. Benweiller

Arthur found his houseguest sitting on the counter, her already short skirt riding up to reveal the bronze skin of her upper thighs. His mind was starting to play catch-up, “You’re with Mesmer, aren’t you? They sent you over here to try and convince me to sign on.” She frowned, lips pouting, “I don’t know who you’re talking about sir, I already told you everything I remember. Why don’t I introduce myself more thoroughly...” She slid off the counter, slinking seductively closer. He narrowed his eyes, “Right, everything you remember. Where’d you wake up?”

She rolled her eyes, deflating slightly as the conversation turned away from sex, “I told you, in an apartment. I grabbed what I thought was important and left to find you.” “How did you know where to find me?” She shrugged, “I just did.”

“Ok... what’s in here? It weights a ton!” He set the bag down on the counter, emptying its contents for inspection. A pair of strange-looking headphones was most of the weight, he recognized them from the Mesmer pitch video they’d shown him. If this was what he thought it was... there was no way they’d give this away willingly. He eyed the gorgeous brunette as she continued to watch him, licking her lips. He had to admit, if she was an actress she was a damned good one: nobody had ever looked at him like that, not even when he was a bit more youthful and spry.

He pulled out an MP3 player and cycled through the options. Holy crap. Either the entire Mesmer group was a poorly put together sham or this girl had just given him the technology to remake people to his will. He carefully set it down for now, he could play around with it later.

Feeling like a boy on christmas morning, he continued going through the bag. Unfortunately the biggest presents seemed to be out of the way: $80, some expensive (underwear), a second even sluttier maid uniform, and a wallet. He found an ID in the wallet: Victoria Ramos, Age: 36, was the guest in his home. “Ramos... I know that name...” Ignoring his houseguest, much to her disappointment, he went to his computer and searched up the name. “Aha! Ramos was that nosey reporter who exposed the operation downtown! Nosey bitch cost me millions...” Turning slowly, he looked at his servant in a new light. “So you’re Victoria Ramos...” She looked slightly nervous at his change of tone but didn’t back away, “I... I don’t know sir. The name feels familiar but... I don’t know.”

Well this changed a few things... he could finally get some well-deserved payback! On the other hand, if she didn’t remember what she’d done then what was the point? Maybe he should stop over thinking this and enjoy his new houseguest.