It goes well

Cheryl had delivered the orders of the Condiment wizard to two of his minions though both reacted differently from each other to the orders. Mahreen Zaheer, the orderly, was very happy to be given the orders she had been; they were not only easy to put together, but they showed something very important. A shift in power. The Condiment wizard had come to her for this part of his plan; the other would notice that.

Mahreen Zaheer smiled to herself as this was the kind of thing she needed to happen for an important change to happen. The smile was vicious and told a story of one day having to inform Condiment Wizard of the sad news of Dr. Young taking a bad fall and not surviving. Though he wouldn't have to worry, as she would step in and do Dr. Young's job as well as her own.

She made a series of phone call bringing several other staff members of the medical wing to the medical wing. Once they were all gathered before her she spoke. " Condiment wizard has given me a task he has need of a special material and I shall get it for him." Mahreen Zaheer said though left unsaid that Dr Young was not involved that was obvious.

The female nurses gathered look at each other knowing what the task being given to Mahreen Zaheer meant and of the changes to come if she succeeded. They nodded to each other finally and all looked to Mahreen Zaheer for commands she smiled happily. " Good to see we all know where we stand." Mahreen Zaheer said and had everyone gather the required material. It took several days as there was a lot to gather and it took time to secure transport.

On the final day all the materials were gathered at a warehouse at the outer limits; there it would wait for when Condiment Wizard called for it. The guard presence around the warehouses was increased so none would interfere with the master's plan. Mahreen Zaheer would check the warehouse regularly to make sure everything was good and stare at the vats full of material, imagining what great thing her master would do with all the material.

Meanwhile, in another part of Gotham, Amy was panicking. As she had done what her master had asked her to do. Which surely should have gotten her back in his good graces despite her failure to deliver on taking over Gortham's female population with her mustard hair dye. The problem was she had been informed that Master had been stabbed, and he had never really gotten to use his fisherman army to do anything.

She has nothing to do with either of those things and has done exactly what her master had told her. It didn't make her feel better; instead, she felt like if she had done more, whatever the Condiment wizard had been planning to do with the fishman army would have worked. So she was nearly tearing her hair out in frustration, though she didn't, as her master needed her to have perfect hair so he could use it as handlebars when he finally fucked her like the whore she was.

Though that wonderful and great day was getting further away. As time went on and she produced no results. It wasn't her fault, as the Mafia war was still going on, though it had cooled down for a moment. The problem she had now, though, is the mafias were shuffling the deck. As for the lieutenants she was supposed to talk to about getting truckers from the unions to work with her, they were either dead, changed sides, or in a different position.

So well they reorganized and figured out who's doing what. She was left without any truck drivers. So she was left with still no way to move her product. Which was becoming more of a problem. As retailers went without products to sell, they would eventually switch to one of their competitors to get products to sell. Though the one good thing was she didn't have to worry about the board.

Before the woman of the board were turned towards master service, she would have had a panicking board blowing up her phone as their stock dropped from not moving or selling any product. Now though, with all the female members of the board turned and the wives of the board's male members turned, they don't dare say a word. As they all know for a fact, one word from any of them that tried to steer them away from increasing Master's power over Gotham and their wife or mistress would be giving her their balls as a keychain to show they've been taught the error of their ways.

Still, even with the company effectively rigged in her favor, the reality of the situation was still a problem. So to distress she was massaging her breast in her office. " Yes master take them use them like the toys they are for you." Amy said she played with her breast taking extra care to pinch her own nipples. Then interrupting her me time and nearly getting shot for her trouble as Amy was getting a bit fast when drawing the gun she kept hidden in her desk. Her sectetayignored the gun and ran over to her desk dropping something off before running back out.

The letter was a message passed to her from Master which could fixed everything. The master was requesting materials that they had just sitting there. She's moved it along to one of their warehouses so it would be ready for him when he needs it, and she could have the company-name products that they could sell to pay the bills.

Yes, it was brilliant, and she needed to move fast to take advantage. She grabbed her phone and began making the phone calls needed to get everything going on her end of the plan. So it was one minion was getting the evidence she needed to make her play and the other another lifeline to prove she wasn't a failure. It would be soon that the Condiment wizard showed the world just how much of a green thumb he had.