"Nobody is ******** watching TV anyway!"
Meanwhile...
Mr. Alan Carper
As you requested, we investigated the past life of your newly purchased slave, 010203-08 Abagail Smith, as well as those once around her now that she has been removed from normal society.
010203-08 is only child of Mr. Stan and Francine Smith. The father is well known and respected doctor and the mother is lawyer of equal renown and status. Investigations into the family show that Mr. and Mrs. Smith are constantly busy with their own work, often leaving their house early and returning late.
Records show that 010203-08 attended Seattle Academy for twelve years. Before she was enlisted into service, she was three days away from graduating with a diploma was with a 3.4 grade point average.
In personal and social affairs, 010203-08 was very quiet and unknown. Investigations report she did not interact with her peers very often outside of Seattle Academy. Further searching shows 010203-08 had even less interaction with her parents, often only seeing them a few times a month.
Because of this small amount activity, we have failed to notice any large signs of activity relating to 010203-08's removal. School peers dully noted her disappearance at graduation, but did not investigate any further. From what can be gathered, Mr. and Mrs. Smith have noticed even less, or have simply assumed and accepted that their daughter ran away.
We thank you for hiring us once again for our services. We look forward to doing business with you again.
aEagle's Watch Corp.
Abagail stared at the computer screen with a blank expression. This letter was left open on the computer, and it remained when she woke the computer. Curiosity got the better of her, and so she read through it. And immediately regretted it.
She told herself the letter was a lie. I couldn't be possible she was forgotten, it could be. SOMEONE had to know she was gone. Alan was just being a jackass and wrote this whole thing up. He knew she'd come. He knew she'd snoop. So he made this, just to ******** with her head.
And yet... Deep down inside, Abagail believed it. The letter was right. She was anything but a social butterfly. She had no friends, and God only knew how much time she spent with her parents her whole life. Far to little, for anyone. So... Maybe this was real... Maybe Alan did have her life investigated, for whatever reason, and maybe she was unnoticed.
Abagail let out a heavy sigh as a dark cloud loomed over her head. She was nothing, her whole life. And now, she was a slave. It was ALMOST an improvement..
With a whine, she slid out of Alan's chair and laid down on her side, on the ground. She curled herself into a fetal position and buried her face into her hands as she started to sob, heart broken by the news.
