Trust Jack Reiter

"I suppose that Doctor Verlax isn't very trustworthy." Monica said, "And if you weren't going to help me, I don't think you'd just approach me and tell me you were the one behind the subliminal messaging memo from earlier."

"Smart girl." Jack smiled.

"Well, alright. Take me to your office, and do something to help me. I'm **** here."

"Let's go then." Jack gestured for Monica to follow.

They entered the elevator and went up to Marketing, Jack led Monica to his office in Advertising. When she entered, it smelled like booze and cigarrettes and looked like a mess. He noticed her disgust, "This is how I roll. You'll have to get used to it." Jack laughed.

Monica sighed and tooka seat in a really worn chair across a desk that was littered paperwork and empty bottles, "Alright, well, are you going to help me or not?"

"Right. Let me just grab the right stuff. Jack opened a dusty cabinet in a corner of the room and began searching for something. She could hear a bunch of glass moving around. "Where is that damn thing...Ah! Here we go."

Jack walked up to Monica and she noticed the small glass container he was holding. "What's that?" She pointed.

"Well, if there's anything I know about Emery Verlax, it's that his science is not very impressive. This is a concoction I worked on years ago when I had his job. If you drink it, it'll eventually work to neutralize those side effects of the treatment he gave you. No underhanded tricks on this one. Just be aware that it'll take a while."

Monica was confused and hesitated, "I don't understand. Why would you help me?"

Jack chuckled, "Why am I doing this for you? You know what, I'm not quite sure. I've been watching you since the Brand Adjuster had his eyes set on you, and after my involvement in your developments, I've felt a bit guilty."

Monica nodded, "So, you feel bad about all this? That still don't know why you would feel bad at all."

Jack let out a winded sigh, "Your hair reminds me of a woman I hurt a long time ago. I've been observing, and you're not unlike her. She was smart and tough too." Jack handed the vial over to Monica.

"I suppose this is it then?" Monica held the vial up and examined it. It was old and dusty, and the handwritten label wasn't legible anymore.

"Yes, it'll have to do." Jack looked down and fumbled his fingers.

"I want to say, I appreciate this." Monica opened the vial and downed it in one gulp. It tasted a little sour, and had a bitter aftertaste.

Jack smiled, "Well, you better get back to work before you get in trouble. But, before you go, I should tell you. Those boobs might take a while to go away. I hope you'll forgive me for that. Oh, and don't tell anyone you came here, alright?"

"Okay, thanks again." Monica nodded and got up, and headed out of Jack's office and back to her floor, noticing she already felt less pressure in her chest.