"Hello." Dylan said, turning to face Rick as he walked into his luxury apartment after work.

"Oh my god." Rick said, shocked. He put a hand up to his mouth and just stood there.

"That's her body, isn't it?"

"My assistant? You should know, spent so much time with her. Tell me, what did you like so much about her? Was it her legs? Was it her breasts? Her hands, maybe? Her beautiful face? Or did you only care about her pussy?"

"Why did you do this? Where is she? Where's her head?"

"If you think the worst, you are very much mistaken. She's alive and well. As for why, I have a hypothesis, and that is all you wanted from her was sex. Now that you know she's fine and you're not involved, you'll be fine with me in her body."

"I..." Rick stammered but the look on his face gave it away. Dylan smiled.

"Oh, that's what I thought. Well, why don't we stop talking about my assistant and we talk more about how you can keep a good thing going?"