Monique LaCrouix frowned as she reviewed the initial security reports. The recently promoted president of TransDem was furious that two mid level scientists had captured the crown jewel in her companies next gen tech. Since taking over the company two months ago after a plane crash killed the former president Robert Burke, Monique had invested a great deal of resources into cutting edge technology. The chronovac was worth millions in the biotech field. The idea that the device could reverse the effects of cancer, Alzheimer’s and ALS would ensure the company remained profitable for decades to come. However it was the black market uses that intrigued Monique the most.
The wealthy trying to cheat death, actors and actresses trying to remain young to continue their career, even athletes who wanted to increase their performance without the specter of a failed drug test. Those people would pay millions, if not billions to get what they wanted. The technology would make Monique the wealthiest and most powerful woman in the world. If her dreams were to come true though she would need to recover the chronovac.
“M...Ms. LaCrouix,”
Monique looked up to see one of her subordinates peaking into her office. “Report,” She said stiffly, beckoning the timid man into the office. Timidly he now entered as he nervously gazed at her. “Ms. LaCrouix,” he said. “The police have just finished their investigation. They’ve left the premises.”
“Very good,” she stated. “It appears the Open Door protocol was a success.”
“Yes ma’me,” he stammered. “The police believe the accident scene we constructed was legitimate. Their investigation will determine that the fusion reactor we placed there malfunctioned resulting in the deaths of our employees.”
Monique nodded curtly as she reviewed the initial reports of the Open Door protocol. “At least something has gone right this evening,” she mumbled. Turning her gaze back to her underling she saw the man appeared nervous. “Did you do as I asked with the cloned bodies,” she asked.
“Yes Ms. LaCrouix,” he stated. “Our team took the cloned bodies and inflicted second and third degree burns on them. When forensic evidence is taken two things will become apparent. One, those are the employees we stated are deceased and two the injuries and deaths were the result of an explosion.”
Monique smiled, admiring the brilliance of her plan. Cloning her employees bodies to use as decoys in case of emergency was a stroke of brilliance. The bodies would be indistinguishable from the actual person when examined by forensic scientists. By doing this TransDem could dispose of any troublesome employee in any way they saw fit and create a death scenario that would not draw the attention of authorities. The sound of a small infant whimpering brought Monique out of her thoughts.
“Very good,” she said curtly. “Now leave.”
“Yes Ms. LaCrouix,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to wake your child.”
“Oh he’s not mine,” Monique said quickly. “I’m merely taking care of him until the adoption is finalized.”
The man nodded quickly as he now turned and quickly left the room. As he did she sighed as she approached the small bassinet located in the corner. Smirking she now looked down at the tiny infant. “No use crying now Robert,” she said with an evil smirk. “The companies is mine and in only a matter of days you’ll be in your new home.” The tiny infant that was Robert Burke whimpered once more as he struggled inside his bassinet.
Monique smiled as she heft her breasts up for the tiny infant to see. “I saw you gawking at my breasts ever since I arrived here 10 years ago,” she spat. “And then you were foolish enough to show me the chronovac.” Monique gave a devilish grin as she remembered regressing her former 70 year old boss into an infant. Afterwards she used the device to make some adjustments to herself. She smiled as she remembered how the chronovac had reenergized her 38 year old body. Monique eliminated the troublesome areas she was unable to eliminate through conventional means. Gone now were slightly sagging breasts and and cellulite spattered theighs. Now Monique possessed the body of a fitness model with perky d cup breasts. Breasts she was currently pushing up to tease the crying infant laying before her.
“Unfortunately for you Robert I doubt you’ll have a lot of opportunities to view breasts such as this for a long time,” she cooed. “The Miller family are rather religious. They are a loving farm family but I’m afraid your life of leisure that your accustomed to is quickly about to come to an end.” Robert began to cry softly once more as he looked up at Monique.
As the infant continued to cry Monique now found herself staring out her window. She needed to find the chronovac by any means necessary and eliminate anyone that knew about it. Only when this was done would she have everything she ever wanted.