The voice was ebbing and flowing. Cajoling and threatening in turn. Soothing and hurting in turn.
"You have a choice. It's really all up to you. I'm just here to help you see it. Give you some... clarity. Whether you believe they will obey or not... wouldn't it be better if they didn't have to come to your aid?"
The images cut. Her security detail. Agents from past and present. Good friends, random underlings. A mix only subconscious mind holds, dredged up to the surface.
Her surroundings warped and changed. Ballrooms and conference rooms, so much good she could do...
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