Melissa Fuller and her daughter, Missy were sitting in the office of Caitlin Singleton. Melissa had known Caitlin for many years now and knew just like herself, Caitlin was interested in winning more than anything and she knew that she would be able to help her get one over on the O'Toole woman and her family.
"Melissa? Is that really you? You look phenomenal. Are you using some kind of face cream or something?" Caitlin asked Melissa as she directed Melissa and Missy into her office away from any other prying eyes at her law firm. Caitlin was an African-American woman who had usually been on the plus size body for most of her life, but she didn't care about her body, all she cared about was money and winning.
"Caitlin, so good to see you after so long. How is your husband?"
"Oh, I divorced him and got 90% of everything in the divorce, it would've been more but his own lawyer...." Caitlin said as she took a pencil and snapped it in half.
"Now, what exactly did you want? I've got clients that pop in every other week, so why should I help you with whatever bullshit scheme of yours you said you had over the phone?"
"It's no bullshit, it's real. Here...take a few bites of this apple." Melissa said handing her the apple she had found outside the O'Toole house.
Caitlin was hesitant at first, but eventually she took two bites of it. Melissa and Missy watched as Caitlin's age reduced from 56 to 43 in only a few minutes. Her breasts perked up so much, her outfit now had visible cleavage, her skin became more vibrant, and her hair, which had some gray strands before was now perfectly black.
Caitlin looked over herself in astonishment and back to Melissa with a great big smirk.
"Holy fucking shit. I'm younger, this...apple made me younger." Caitlin came to the conclusion.
"Yes, and just think, you and I could give this to others in your field with the same results. Think of it Caitlin, lawyers who aren't afraid to screw over clients and all I ask is that you and I share in these profits. What I want you to do is find someone who you can keep their mouth shut about this, if you have a private detective on your pay roll, hire them. But I need evidence to make some bitch and her daughter grovel and mine and my daughter's feet lest their little secret gets out." Melissa explained as Caitlin giggled.
"Melissa, they won't just grovel, we'll have them at ball and chain on you and your daughter. So just what is this little bitch's name and her pup?" Caitlin asked getting a pen and paper.
"Ann O'Toole, and Stephanie Marsh. They're going to be kissing our feet in no time." Missy said with an evil smirk.