This choice: Meeting with the CTC Higher-Ups • Go Back... "Thanks, Matt. Well, it's about how I've been strong-armed into a meeting with some of the local CTC higher-ups." Jenna said with a groan. "It's supposedly 'just a friendly chat', but I don't feel good about what their game plan might be. I was kinda hoping you could be my emotional support."
Your eyes widened.
To be perfectly honest, this wasn't how you'd envisioned spending the day with your sister. A part of you had expected to do something related to her Just Jacobs business, or maybe just hanging out like normal siblings. Having to engage in a tense and assuredly heated and awkward meeting with some CTC higher-ups did not at all sound like fun to you. But, you supposed that was why Jenna was asking you to tag along for emotional support, and as her big brother, who were you to turn down the opportunity to be a (figurative) shoulder for her to lean on in a time of need?
"That sounds rough, sis. I'm more than happy to help." You affirmed.
Jenna's grateful smile warmed your heart. "Thanks so much, Matt. You're the best. I swear that I'll treat you to dinner afterwards, your pick of restaurant."
With that, Jenna started her car and took off away from your house and towards the inner city area of Oakland. Though it had a suffered many blows to its reputation and funding thanks to that cataclysmic whistle-blowing incident involving Quinn Wallace all those years back, the CTC still held on to their Oakland headquarters, which was a fairly imposingly towering ten-floor skyscraper that dwarfed all the buildings around it. A part of you figured that the scale of the building was meant to be a perverse allusion to how the CTC liked the champion the idea of unaffected towering over pitiful affected, and it reminded you of just how far the CTC would go to chase domination over your kind in even the pettiest of ways.
Once reaching the building, Jenna parked her car (for a reason you could only assume was purposefully petty sabotage, all spaces within five blocks of the headquarters were taken, forcing Jenna to endure a bit of a trek just to make it to the building). She placed you into the breast pocket of her blouse, and you sent a silent thanks to the heavens for Jenna's less-than-huge curves that allowed you to actually settle into the pocket comfortably instead of being squished and compacted. In her younger years, Jenna's less developed curves had been a pretty heated sore spot (especially as she spent so much time hanging around titans of curvaceousness like Mari and Ashley, but now your sister was happily secure in her own version of beauty.
Strolling into the lobby of the CTC building, Jenna winced at the sight of a long line of women standing before the Usage License desk, where happily smiling CTC employees signed away the rights of affected even as most of the tinies you spotted in the line were screaming and begging for someone to save them. Jenna's heart burned with anger, but knowing there wasn't a thing she could do without making a scene at best and being hit with litigation at worst, she settled on gritting her teeth fiercely and turning in the opposite direction, boarding the elevator and taking it up to the eighth floor, where the scheduled meeting room was.
Right outside the elevator, Jenna spotted a brown-haired olive-skinned woman who appeared to be about thirty, pacing in front of the big wooden doors to the meeting room. The woman caught Jenna's eye and smiled, as did your sister. It took you a minute longer, but you quickly remembered who the woman was: Madilynn Doxon, Jenna's personal assistant.
Jenna had built the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation with the help of Piper, Dodger, and Sydney, and then it gained even more traction thanks to the efforts of people like Lihua, and the famous and extremely pro-tiny members of the hit band Stomp Sisters (Harriet, Lettie, and Terri). But as the organization grew, so too did the workload, especially as the FTTF expanded across the entire country, chapters opening up everywhere. Piper, Dodger, and Sydney still had their band to work on, Lihua was employed at Focused Fitness, and the Stomp Sisters were going global in their tours. Jenna couldn't rely on friends alone, and had needed to turn to actually vetting and hiring employees in her tireless efforts to support and defend all affected kind.
One such employee was Madilynn Doxon, who had an extremely interesting relation to you and your circle of friends.
Her mother was Madison Doxon, the woman who had, decades ago, accidentally run over an affected named Alan (Ashley's father and Bea's soon-to-be-fiancé) with her car. It hadn't at all been Madison's fault, but because of that incident, Bea grew into a bitter and violent woman, believing that all tiny men were nothing but bugs. It was only when, years later, Jenna's FTTF developed the Tiny Locator Device that Madison found Alan's practically-comatose body on her car, freed him, and delivered him back to Bea. Bea had morphed into an apologetic and remorseful woman instantly, and to this day lived in a small apartment nursing Alan back to health. The last you heard, Alan was finally starting to speak again, and remember who he was, which was good progress.
But Madison had only found Alan because she herself was a kind, gentle, loving, and devoted woman who cherished all affected and viewed them as just as important as unaffected. Her dedication and care extended to teaching her daughter the same lessons, and thus Madilynn Doxon grew into being just as amazing a woman as her mother had been, and just as dedicated to helping all tinies. The second she was able to, she got in contact with Jenna and applied for a position with the FTTF, and now found herself as Jenna's personal assistant, handling practically all of Jenna's daily matters with regards to the FTTF.
Madilynn was the spitting image of her mother, from what you'd seen in photos. She was tall (at about 6'0"), and gained even more height from the pointed high heels she practically always wore. She was beautiful too, with her smooth olive skintone, cutely frizzy brown hair that framed her appealing face, bright caramel eyes that shone behind her glasses, and plush lips. Her curves were fairly substantial too, with an impressive bust that pulled tight against her button-up blouse, and flared hips and wide rear that almost poked out of her miniskirt. Of course, you noted all of these things practically, not out of any sort of perverse attraction. She was no Mari, as far as you were concerned.
Madilynn smiled as her boss approached. "You handled the walk well, Mrs. Jacobs." Madilynn joked, referring to the five-block hike that she apparently had had to conquer as well.
Jenna ruefully shook her head. "It's so difficult to take the CTC seriously when they get so petty like that." She then sobered up. "But, I'll admit to being a bit on-edge as to what this meeting is even about. Their letters to me were both strongly worded and coyly vague."
Madilynn tapped on the tablet in her hands. "We should be prepared, Mrs. Jacobs. And, worst case scenario, you know that I've always got your back." Her eyes widened slightly as she spotted you. "And...so does Mr. Jacobs. Hello, Matthew."
"Seriously, Madilynn," You began. "Just 'Matt' is fine. And yeah, Jenna, we've both got your back."
Madilynn's expression hardened slightly. "Even if things get rough, Jenna. Understood?"
Your sister nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "R-Right...yeah. Thanks, both of you."
You stared inquisitively at Madilynn, wondering exactly what she was referring to.
It was little secret in the FTTF organization that Jenna was an extremely kindhearted woman. But, a consequence of that was that she often didn't have the heart to make hard decisions, like cutting positions during a funding drought, or cancelling an anticipated protest due to impending weather. As such, it was Madilynn who pushed your sister to make those hard calls, and the woman had developed a bit of a reputation for being stubbornly iron-willed. Some could call it 'pragmatic' (and you might've called it being 'just a touch too cold'), but the results spoke for themselves. If it came down to the safety of the many over the few, Madilynn always made the call to ensure the survival of the FTTF.
The three of you then strolled into the meeting room, and your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head at the sight of who awaited you inside. You really should have expected it, but you still felt sick to your stomach.
It was the CTC's favorite person, Penelope Graham.
The platinum-blonde was seated at the head of the table, hands neatly folded together, and with a wide an unsettlingly condescending smirk on her face. It'd been a few weeks since you'd last seen her (an unfortunate circumstance of being smeared onto Juli's stomach and brought to Weston on a day she wore a tummy-exposing croptop, where of course Penelope spotted you and said nothing), yet she still made you want to retch, cry, and punch her, all at once. Penelope had tortured you for years in your school days, and enacted some genuinely horrific and scarring traumas upon you. The fact that she sat her all these years later, untouched by consequence or comeuppance, made you furious.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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