"Did you?" Justin asked as he held the document up. Miss Beatty just smiled darkly.

"Of course I did. I was the one who wrote it up, Justin. What, did you think it was legal that did this?"

"I didn't know who- why did you do this, then? We're stuck like this for a year!"

"A year is when this will be reviewed. No, we're stuck like this until I say we're not. Your head will remain on my fifty-three year old body and mine on your twenty-two year old body unless I decide otherwise."

"Why? Why do this?"

"Because would you have agreed to this otherwise? In fact, did you even understand the contract? Because from where I'm standing, which is in your dress shoes and your business suit, you really did not realize what you were getting into. Of course, that is my opinion, you having signed it tells me maybe I'm not giving your business acumen enough credit. I good one would never have signed something that would come back later to haunt him, would they?"

At that, he stopped. She smiled.

"Enjoy my old body. Excellent choice on the skirt suit, by the way. Very well dressed. You know, maybe I will throw you a bone, the management fast track is probably not for you, but I think you could do well moving up under the mentorship of an experienced and energetic businessman like me. It's your best shot at what you want. What do you say?"