She wants to help, but Clara is able to twist things to her own ends.

Clara arrives in Jenny Chiang's small office to find the young HR director biting her lip thoughtfully while she reads from a computer screen.

"Oh, Clara, I'm glad you came. Please have a seat. I've been reading up on this syndrome of yours looking for the accomodations that might be most appropriate for someone with AGS. According to most mental illness advocacy groups, the recommended courses of action would either be to allow you to work from home and make sure that all correspondences between you and your coworkers are monitered by a third party, or to assign you a caretaker here at work to accompany you everywhere and look out for your best interests. Do either of those scenarios meet your needs at this time?"

"I can't work from home," Clara said. It would ruin everything!

"Okay, well is there someone here at work whom you would trust to take on the role of your caretaker? Keep in mind the company would require you to sign an adendum to your employment contract stipulating that you would differ to this persons judgement in all things while on company premises...for your own protection, you understand."

"Yes, I understand," Clara said, trying to conceal the mixture of giddiness an anxiety she felt at the prospect of handing even more power over to one of her coworkers. She wracked her brain, searching for the right name, someone sick enough, kinky enough, and spiteful enough to take things as far as she wanted to go.

"I know just the person..."