Dark Child
The Next MK Ultra ™
Michael Michaelis
Michael strode along the passage way towards his office. He opened his door, made his way towards his desk which was filled with papers of the many schedules he had. Schedules of his musical performances, photo shoots, letters of pre-planned assignments, functions, formal meetings. The average human would have surely collapsed from all this scheduled mess.
He picked up a particular letter which was written from a popular magazine company, carefully reading its contents.
"Sir Michaelis, please to meet Sir Henry at noon at his most well established place. No need to be detailed. He welcomes you with open arms."
Signed assistant: J.Reynolds
Michael sighed to himself, tossing the letter carelessly. A poorly written letter was not much welcoming. Mr. Henry should have known better not to use such a lazy assistant. He sat on his leather chair gracefully, resting his head slightly against it. He pondered on his next task. The one which was much more necessary and not time consuming.
Glancing at the small clock on the wall, he rose from the chair, shuffled his papers, neatly arranging them in order before he made his way out.
He slowly made his way to where the employees worked, observing the level and quality of the work. Humans....truly, they would do nearly anything for a nickle. They work hard. He noticed how tensed some became, as if they could sense his presence from afar. But that was not the case. His boots were the evidence that he was approaching.
"Sir, we have gathered a handful of new girls. Slim, most are above 5 ft 6. Are they to your taste, Sir?" One of the supervisors came towards him with a handful of pictures of beautiful young ladies, most of whom were in their early twenties.
Michael stared intently at the pictures, observing each girl's features; body size, looks, etc. He frowned slightly, before handing the pictures back to the woman.
"Hmm...good enough. Let us see how well they can handle the pressures of the industry. Do what you must, Ms. Knowles." Michael gave a reassuring smile, before he walked away.
"Yes, sir. I will."
Making his way outside, he glanced at the time on his pocket watch.
"About time... Hm, I think I should take a visit. It has been quite a while since I've been to that Bolviar group." He whispered to himself before he went inside his car. He then drove towards the destination of the secret group.
'I wonder...has it changed much?'
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