It gets weirder.

As Rose walks up the drive to the large front doors of the mansion, a thousand thoughts race in her mind.

Will he be able to change her Truth again and enslave her?
Will she be able to see his Truth?
Is he really that dangerous?
What will they even talk about?
Will they just be locked in silent stares while they fight for supremacy over the Truth, or each other?
Will he be as otherworldly handsome as she remembers him?

She arrives in front of the main entrance doors just as they are opened from within.

A woman steps out. She has dark hair that is tied up neatly into a braided bun. Large glasses frame her beautiful face and perfect make up accentuates her features.
She's wearing a very form fitting dark blue and seemingly backless dress with a high slit on the side. Truly a wardrobe more fitting for a gala than to greet someone at the door. Rose's eyes are glued to the woman's body and dress, only briefly glancing at her face to smile and nod in greeting.

She smiles back at Rose with flushed cheeks and makes an inviting hand gesture. "Please come in Ms. Atkinson. My name is Amina, pleased to meet you."
Rose recognizes the woman's voice from the intercom at the gate.

Like a deer perked up and ready to flee, Rose steps into the foyer, mumbling a "Thank you." to the woman before being completely stunned by the interior of this place.
Rose stands in a massive entrance hall with a large set of modern stairs leading up to a gallery. Massive windows flood the mansion with daylight. To the left and right are two open doors leading into richly decorated and modern rooms.
As soon as the door closes behind them, the woman gestures to the door on the right.

"Join me in the sitting room, Ms. Atkinson?" the woman speaks in a calm voice, carrying a slight accent that Rose can't place.
Rose nods and follows the woman. Her thoughts are racing while her eyes keep glancing at the woman's elegant backside.

As they enter the sitting room, which is decorated with abstract busts and glass vitrines containing golden art pieces, the woman gestures to an angular couch.
Rose sits down and the woman follows. "Mr. Doe will be right with us. May I bring you something to drink?"

Rose feels herself almost come out of an adrenaline boosted haze. For the first time she truly focuses on the woman and immediately as she locks eyes with her, the red letters appear in her mind.

"Amina Malika is a devout follower, incapable and unwilling to refuse the will of her Master."

Rose grips her knees so hard that her knuckles go numb. "No, I'm okay, thank you. uhm... Excuse the weird question, but are you here of your own accord?" Rose does not break eye contact and clenches her teeth. She feels anger well up against this 'John Doe'. His superior attractiveness did not excuse any of what Rose imagined to go down in this place. This reeked of selfish, cruel manipulation of the highest degree. Linda was right.

The woman, Amina, laughs a crystal clear laugh that could melt glaciers. "Of course I am, Ms. Atkinson! Ma- Mr. Doe rewards his employees with generous salaries and benefits. I doubt there's a better work place for me out there."
Amina smiles awaiting a response. When Rose replies with nothing but awkward silence, Amina clears her throat and stands up. "I will see where Mr. Doe is and if I can't bring out something to bite for the meeting you two will have. Please excuse me for a moment, feel right at home."

Amina turns to leave with a polite nod, but before she can walk away, Rose blurts out: "Wait! I- uhm..."

Amina stops and turns with an expectant, polite expression.