She takes the phone from me and nods as she places the call. I'm half wondering if Simpson is going to answer, but after the third ring he does and I listen in closely as they begin to talk. Simpson was understandably angry that I'd managed to escape, though he seemed to put the majority of the blame on Jessica and not Trish. The call eventually ended with him telling her he couldn't come to the radio station, but that he would be at her place later in the evening.
As she hung up, Trish looked at me as if looking for some sort of approval. I smile and begin the manipulation that would see Trish eventually removed from my list, "Good enough for me my dear. You feel good that you helped me. You're happy to be helping me and you'll continue to be happy to do so. Whenever I praise you, you will feel euphoric pleasure. Understood?"
As the familiar smile forms on her face and she nods, my own smile morphs into a wicked grin, "That's a good girl."
There it is as soon as she hears the words, shuddering in a very different way from earlier as I praise her and she feels pure pleasure wash through her being. Standing, I look down at her as she presses her legs together and refrains from squirming in her seat. This is just the start. By the time I'm through with her, Trish Walker will feel quite at home kneeling at my feet like a pet.
It was either this or killing her and I knew some who might call it worse than death, but I certainly didn't consider it so. I wasn't overly sadistic or cruel, and I wasn't going to treat her poorly. If everything went according to plan, she would continue to live her life much as she did now, just with me as her lord and master. Maybe I should have been ashamed, but I wasn't at all as the thought of controlling her made me a bit hard.
There was a reason I'd spent so much time contemplating what I could do in Kilgrave's place with his powers, and it wasn't because I was inclined to take over the entire world somehow.
"Make your excuses and take the rest of the day off love. We'll be making one or two more stops and then we'll head to your place to await Simpson's arrival. Come along."
She stands and we walk out of the conference room. I stay back and let her tell those who need to know that she's heading out, and soon enough we're moving across the street back to the Parking Garage I'd come from. I direct Trish to the backseat of Alexis' car even as I open the door to find Alexis quickly fixing her clothing and looking distinctly… frazzled.
Sliding into the passenger seat, I grin at her, "Miss me, darling?"
She swallows thickly but surprises me by nodding shyly. I grin wickedly and her blush intensifies. Chuckling as I secure my seat belt, I reach over to pet her frazzled red hair for a moment before speaking, "Well we'll have to… discuss that when we get home tonight. There are a few things that need to be done first. Trish here will be joining us on our errands for the day. Say hi."
Alexis looks in the rearview mirror at the newest addition to our party and dutifully follows my order, "Hi."
Trish returns it, but beyond that the two women have nothing to say to each other. I wonder if that's my control stopping them from making small talk, or if they're just not interested in one another. I suppose it doesn't matter. Next stop, Hemet Labs.