The atmosphere inside the main office of the Meteor Corp HQ was completely different from the one at the Alliance HQ. The lighting was dimmer, and the air was a couple of degrees cooler. The sound of faint typing could be heard in the background, along with the low murmur of voices from the other side of one of the office walls.

  Sarolta, the imposing leader of Meteor Corp, leaned back in her chair, her gaze focused on the computer screen in front of her. Her expression was cool and poised, her demeanor exuding power and authority. Suddenly, however, her focus was interrupted by a knock on the door. She looked up from her screen, a small frown crossing her face.

  "Come in," she called out, her voice tinged with a hint of irritation. The door slowly creaked open, and a young employee poked his head in, his expression nervously timid.

  "M-Ma'am," the employee stuttered, his nerves clearly evident in his voice. "There's, uh...someone h-here to see you.”

  Sarolta raised an eyebrow, her irritation now replaced with curiosity. "Who is it?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

  The employee cleared his throat nervously. "It's, um, Svenja, Ma'am..." he replied, his voice still trembling. "She says it's urgent.”

  Sarolta's expression remained cool and expressionless for a moment, before a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Very well then. Let her in." she responded, her tone now laced with amused intrigue.

  The employee nodded nervously and quickly disappeared from the doorway. Shortly after, Svenja entered the room, her expression stern and determined. The atmosphere in the room instantly turned tense as the two women locked eyes.

  Sarolta broke the silence, her amusement still evident in her expression. "Well, well, if it isn't the head of the Alliance. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Svenja?" she asked, her tone bordering on mockery.

  Svenja crossed her arms, her expression unwavering. "Y'know why I'm here, Sarolta. I needa talk to ya 'bout Trixie." she replied bluntly, getting straight to the point.

  Sarolta leaned back in her chair, her smirk widening slightly. "Ah, Trixie. I should have guessed." she said, feigning innocence. "What about her?”

  Svenja's expression darkened, her eyes piercing into Sarolta's. "I know whatcha been doin' to her, Sarolta. I know ye've been manipulating her and tryna gain control over her, the whole treatin' her like a puppy thing.”

  Sarolta leaned forward, her expression turning serious. "And what if I have?" she asked, her tone challenging. "Trixie is a loyal soldier of Meteor Corp. I am her superior, and she is more than happy to obey my orders.”

  Svenja's grip on her own arms tightened, her expression filled with frustration. "That's where ye're wrong, Sarolta. Trixie may be loyal, but she shouldn't be blindly obedient to the point where she loses ‘er own identity and autonomy. Let alone be treated like a 'pet'.”

  Sarolta leaned back in her chair again, her poker face returning. "Pet?" she repeated, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I don't think of Trixie as a pet, Svenja. I think of her more as a...well, an 'obedient, loyal dog'. It's all part of her training, you see. She's learning to follow orders without question. It's for her own benefit and the betterment of Meteor Corp.”

  Svenja's expression grew colder, her eyes narrowed. "Training? More like brainwashin’! Trixie ain't some mindless robot that can jus’ be reprogrammed ta follow orders. She’s a person with thoughts, feelings, and her own identity. Treatin’ her like an animal ain't only disrespectful but completely unethical.”

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  Sarolta raised an eyebrow, amused by Svenja's indignation. "Unethical?" she repeated, her tone mocking. "I hardly think so, Svenja. Trixie agreed to this willingly and knows exactly what she's signed up for. She willingly accepted the training regimen and is eager to prove her loyalty to me.”

  Svenja's jaw clenched, her expression turning into a frown. "Willingly accepted? Or coerced by your manipulation? The Trixie I know is vivacious, independent, headstrong and resilient. Now she's impressionable, codependent, an' vulnerable right now. Ye've taken advantage o' that to get 'er to agree to this.”

  Sarolta's expression remained cool, her composure unwavering. "Oh, you're just being dramatic, Svenja. Trixie is nothing more than an agent under my authority. She was assigned to a mission: become more obedient and disciplined. And I'd say she's doing an excellent job. In fact, I'd say she's learned her place quite well.”

  Svenja's expression turned stern, her patience wearing thin. "Ye dun' needa treat 'her like a damn dog though, that's some real fuck shit ye doin’!”

  Sarolta shrugged nonchalantly, her expression unbothered. "That's just your opinion, Svenja. Trixie doesn't mind being treated like that. In fact, she finds it...relaxing." she said, her tone bordering on condescending. "You see, Trixie was always fiercely independent, headstrong, and rebellious. She needed to learn that she cannot continue to live her life like that. I have to teach her that her actions had consequences and that obedience is key.”

  Svenja's expression hardened, her tone firm. "...So whatcha doin' to 'er, eh? Makin' her eat outta a dog food bowl an' walkin' around with a leash on 'er? Just how fucked in the noggin are ya, Sarolta?”

  Sarolta's expression remained composed, her tone cool. "That's none of your concern, Svenja. My methods of discipline are my own business. And Trixie has willingly signed up for this. She wants to be disciplined and trained, and I am simply fulfilling that need.”

  Svenja's expression hardened, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "If ye're really doin' that shit to her, I'll fight ya, Sarolta. I'll fight ya here an' now. An' I mean that shit.”

  Sarolta's expression remained completely impassive, her composure unwavering. "Fighting me would be a foolish move, Svenja. And it would only prove that you cannot handle a simple disagreement in a rational way.”

  Svenja's eyes narrowed, her expression fierce. "This isn't just a 'simple disagreement'," she spat out, barely keeping her voice from rising. "You're treating Trixie like she's less than human, Sarolta. And that's not something I'm gonna stand for. If ye're willing to stoop that low, then so am I.”

  Sarolta's expression remained cool, her demeanor unbothered. "Is that a challenge, Svenja?" she asked calmly, her eyes never leaving Svenja's gaze.

  Svenja straightened herself up, her expression resolute and unwavering. "Damn right it is, Sarolta." she declared firmly, her voice laced with challenge as she put her dukes up. Her eyes never wavered from Sarolta's, the intensity of the exchange thick in the air.

  A tense silence fell over the room, the tension palpable as the two women stood opposite each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Sarolta broke the silence, her expression still composed, though there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "You really want to do this, Svenja?”

  Svenja clenched her fists tighter, her eyes cold as stone. "Oh, I'm dead serious, Sarolta. I ain't backin' down from this, I'm 'boutta leave ya banjaxed." she said, her voice resolute.

  A small chuckle escaped Sarolta's lips, her amusement evident. "Hm, ‘banjaxed’, huh?" she repeated, her eyebrow arching slightly. "You really think you can stand a chance against me, Svenja?”

  Svenja narrowed her eyes, her expression determined. "I reckon I can give it a good crack at least." she replied, her tone confident.

  Sarolta smirked, her amusement evident in her expression. "You talk a big game, Svenja," she said, her voice laced with condescension. "But I doubt you have the skills to back up your words.”

  Svenja scoffed, rolling her eyes at Sarolta's arrogance. "Oh, ye of little faith," she muttered under her breath. "But I guess ye'll just haveta find out, won'tcha?”

  Sarolta chuckled lowly, her amusement still evident. "Oh, I intend to find out, Svenja. And when I do, you'll learn firsthand what a mistake challenging me truly is."

  Without another world, a burst of aura shot out from Sarolta's body, transporting them out of her office into an unknown destination.