Charlotte pov
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I wasn't a kind child. Nor was I obedient in mind. In body and service I put up a grand smile and let mother make the decisions. From the age of seven to my current age every part of my life was dictated by the swift gavel of mother's heavyset policies.
Every action and movement of my mouth was dictated by the heavily altered scripts of my mother and her advisor's thoughts. I was to do this with this other son, I was to look in disdain at this one too. Oh and that girl, get close to her and extract her secrets. It will help our company.
I followed each and every edict. But with each order, each command, the rebellion in my mind grew firmer. The orders became more a chore and less an order. I followed them, but I knew that one day I would strike it by my lonesome.
