Mark found himself standing outside the manager's office with his heart pounding in his chest. He had received a cryptic text from Destiny asking him to meet her there, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. They never slept together on Thursday nights, so he was curious about what she had in store for him. As he raised his hand to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing Destiny standing confidently inside. She gestured for him to enter.
The first thing Mark noticed was that Destiny held a set of keys to the manager's office. He tried to suppress his surprise as she ushered him in, her high heels clicking against the floor. She gracefully sat down in the manager's chair, her fingers drumming on the armrests while she tilted her head. Mark took a deep breath and closed the door, turning the lock with a soft click. Destiny's face was illuminated by an ominous smile. Mark tried to shake off his unease and asked her why she had called him back. In response, Destiny pulled a small, worn journal from her purse. She carefully opened it to a specific page, her fingers tracing the handwritten words. Mark leaned in closer to see what she was showing him, his brow furrowing in confusion as he deciphered the list of ingredients for some sort of potion.
Destiny then proceeded to explain that she had discovered a way to teach Selina a lesson in gratitude. By placing her own mind inside Selina's body, she could have a heart-to-heart conversation with the troubled girl and make her more thankful for the life she had. Mark's initial skepticism was evident on his face, but as he listened to Destiny's calm explanation, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that this might be the solution he had been searching for. Selina had been a huge handful for the past little while. “I can put her to work,” Destiny explained. “She’ll do my job if she doesn’t see things our way. She can’t be a spoiled brat forever, you know that, right?”
“That much is true. I don’t know how I feel about her being … you know. Skimpily dressed.” Truthfully, he knew it was wrong, but a part of him wanted to see her like that, especially after accidentally stumbling upon one of her naughty sex tapes. So, he reluctantly asked what needed to be done for this plan to work. Destiny looked him straight in the eye and told him that she required a piece of his hair and his verbal permission to proceed. Mark hesitated for a moment, weighing the potential risks against the desperate desire to help his stepdaughter. Finally, he decided to take the leap of faith, giving Destiny a few strands of his hair and his consent.
Destiny took the strands and carefully placed them into a small glass vial. With a practiced motion, she pricked her finger with a needle, allowing a few drops of blood to fall into the container. She then sealed the vial and tucked it away in her purse. “I’ll let that settle for the next few hours. I just need one extra little thing from you. You mentioned you had to work even though it’s Good Friday, but she won’t be at school. Can you leave one of the doors unlocked? I might need to be nearby when I use my possession potion.”
“Yeah, I’ll leave the back door open. What’ll happen to you, though? Will I have to place your body somewhere else?”
“That won’t be necessary,” she said with a sly smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve taught plenty of girls like her a lesson. I know what I’m doing.” As Mark prepared to leave the office, he couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and hope. He glanced back at Destiny one last time, and she offered him a reassuring smile. "I’ll have her straightened out before you come home from work," she said, "and she'll be a much better person when I threaten to make her work here." With that, Mark left the office, the door closing softly behind him while he wondered what sorts of things Destiny would do in his stepdaughter’s body.