While Heather had experience now juggling the constant stream of information between her two heads, it was a completely different experience now being in control of two (almost) complete bodies. While it came very naturally and fluidly to control her original body, she had much more trouble focusing on making sure that this body was not copying the movements she was making. It certainly seemed to get easier the further apart and out of sync her two bodies became, but if she let her mind wander too much they would want to naturally try and act the same.

    As Heather approached the large administrative building, her flight attendant-esque outfit fitted a little too tightly on her Sapphire body, a sense of dread began to well up within her. This might have been because the administrative building itself was rather intimidating, a large white building more closely resembling a church than an office building, but Heather was sure that it was probably how much everyone else was relying on her to succeed. Her role was integral to their plan, as it was up to her to find out where they were storing their bodies, supposedly one of the largest secrets held within the park, since even the person who knew the park the best (the elderly Sapphire, who had worked out every part of the plan) did not know where it was.

    Entering into the building, Heather was rather disturbed with how sanitized everything appeared to be. The high white walls of the lobby were brightened by a large crystalline chandelier in the center of the ceiling. The only other things of note in the building were a single white desk with a white computer monitor, and two large white doors on either side of the desk. Sitting behind the desk was yet another Sapphire clone, but rather than the standard look that all the other Sapphires had been wearing, this Sapphire had her blue hair tied up in a bun, a pair of blue glasses, and a snazzy looking white pants suit. As Heather approached the desk, the clone didn’t even bother looking up from her computer as she waved Heather towards one of the doors, saying, “He’s ready to see you now.”
    Heather gulped as she pushed open the door she was directed towards.

    The sight that she was greeted with sort of justified her earlier fears. The room was unlike any other office she’d ever seen. The walls were painted a dark red color, a warm fireplace flickered on the side wall. In the very center of the room, rather than a desk, there was a large bed with red satin sheets. Laying down in the bed was a rather old looking man, his wrinkly skin giving off both an air of weakness, yet also strength in the knowledge that he had gained over the years. Surrounding him in the bed were a variety of differently transformed Sapphires.
    One of them was in a similar transformation as the Sapphire they had met in the shack: both of her arms removed, and wearing a collar. Another one was practically a pillow, as she only hd her torso and her head. If she was able to see underneath the sheets of the bed, she would have been able to see that he was currently pleasuring himself with a Sapphire who was nothing but a head. There was a real variety to the transformations,, such as one Sapphire who had looked to have been shrunk down to about a foot tall and was currently trying her best to stay safely on the bed, but if there was one thing that remained constant, it was the fact that almost none of the girls seemed to be enjoying it.
   “Ah! Wonderful! Another playmate! Come Sapphire! Join us on the bed!” The octogenarian cooed.
   “What? No sir-“
   “Oh, come come. No reason to play hard to get. You’re among allies here,” The old man said, finishing with the head of Sapphire by depositing it awkwardly on to the bed.
   “Sir-“
   “And what should I transform you into? Maybe something to help cool down me and the girls,” The old man shifted his eyebrows up and down in a sexual manner.

    “No! Please sir! I’m here about the guests.”
    “Ah, yes… The guests,” The smile and perverted gleam of the elderly man disappeared in an instant. sliding awkwardly to the edge of the bed, the old executive slowly got up, walking over to where a golden robe sat on a large lounge chair. Putting it on, he sat down as he lit an old-fashioned tobacco pipe. “Now then, what seems to be the problem with our guests?”
    “Well sir, we managed to spot two of the guests trying to run away with the park mascot.”
    “That’s good, and have the others been located yet.”
    “Not yet, however we have our suspicions-“
    “Suspicions that they are looking for their original bodies?” the executive interrupted.
    “I’ve almost got it,” Heather said, almost immediately covering her mouth as she realized the grave error she might have caused.
    “What?” The executive asked, confused at her response.
    “Sorry sir, I meant to say that we had almost figured out their plan… but clearly you have,” she smiled, hoping that her pretty looks would be enough for him to ignore her obvious slip up.
    “Ah yes, I am quite brilliant,” the man smiled at himself, seeming to reminisce over something before he continued, “Well then, we might as well send a search party down that way when they get the chance.”
    “Oh! If it’s no bother to you sir, I can check it out for you. I’ll make sure to bring some muscle along with me to guard it afterwards.”
    “An excellent idea Sapphire,” The old man stood up, “Well, get to it then.”
    “Sure sir… but… and I’m embarrassed to say this, I seem to have forgotten where the original bodies happened to be stored,” Heather had mostly been winging it up to this point, so she prayed to God that he wouldn’t call her bluff.
   
    Thankfully he didn’t. “No worries at all my dear. They are being stored in storage facility F2.”
    “Excellent sir, and once again, my apologies for my mistake,” Heather made to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
    “I have one more question before you go,” the executive said.
    Heather already had her hand on the door, but she turned around, trying her best to give him a grin, “Yes sir?”
    “Has the lab cracked the code to long-living clones yet? As you know, I have sworn off using that technology until it been completely tested and guarantees a proper heir to my estate.”
   
    The world seemed to pause for Heather with this revelation. She stared at the girls on the bed, looking at the door in the vain hope that they would someday be able to leave the bedroom of their captor. Their captor, who had not only put those girls, but their entire group into a state of near constant misery since they’ve been in the park. With the knowledge that the old man had yet to create a clone of himself, the opportunity arose to maybe put an end to all this madness.

    Of course, if she was to do this, who’s to say that the army of already brainwashed Sapphires would not just continue as if he had never been killed. Or that if he was even the true  mastermind of all this. Killing him might just reveal herself and the rest of their plan to those who would actually want to cause them immediate harm.

    She had a tough decision to make.

    Make a decision:
    1.) Don’t Blow your Cover (Leave the Executive to his ‘Business’)
    2.) A More Permanent Solution (Kill the Executive)