"Ms. Troy again," Diana spoke quietly into her phone. "Mr. Eckhart please."
"Certainly." Came the receptionist's reply. She sounded nice enough and Diana seriously doubted that she knew that her boss really was and what his real vendetta is. Diana waited patiently as the phone clicked into Mr. Eckhart's phone line.
"Yes?" Mr. Eckhart answered dryly.
"It's Diana Troy, sir." Diana said stiffly. She still wasn't completely comfortable talking to Mr. Eckhart, as he always sounded so harshly cruel, even though he was making the world a better place by getting rid of Mutant X's devilish behaviour.
"Of course. How's it all going?" Mr. Eckhart swung round on his chair.
"Fine. Mr. Mulwray is under my influence and emotionally screwed up, but I would like to continue." Diana proposed.
"If you feel it would be best." Mr. Eckhart sighed.
"I do. Thank you sir." Diana replied.
"Quite. Keep reporting in." After that, Mr. Eckhart clicked off. Although Diana knew that Mutant X were completely self involved at the moment and that even if they did figure out what Mr. Eckhart was planning, they'd never have enough time to stop him, she wanted, no she needed, to continue manipulating them. That's how she survived. Damn oxygen and food, that didn't matter. It was the scent, taste and colors of the toxin she realised and the impurified scent of the human she'd affected. It reached down inside of her and touched her soul, body and mind, feeding off it like a parasite. Each time she was fed, the stronger the urge was to keep feeding. So, as she told Mr. Eckhart, she would keep changing Mutant X's true loves until she became stronger than she ever thought imaginable.