Contract of Control
May-akda: Mira Thornvale© WebNovel
Kabanata 1: Chapter 1 – Contract of Control
“Ms. Wynters, please place your finger on the biometric reader.”
Aria hesitated. The room was too quiet. Too polished. Not even the distant hum of the city below pierced the glass cocoon of Helix Tower’s 91st floor.
She glanced at the holo-screen again. **Debt resolution: 100%. Duration: 18 months. Termination clause: Clinical repurposing.** That part flickered like a phantom warning.
“Is this a joke?” she asked, turning to the man seated behind the glass desk.
Dominic Voss didn’t smile. His presence, sharp and cold like the architecture itself, filled the room with tension. “No jokes. Just options. You want to clear your mother’s hospice debt, or keep waiting tables at Neuhaus Café until she forgets your face?”
Aria’s jaw clenched. “I thought I was being hired to develop trauma therapies.”
“You are. For the Affect-Memory Modulator Project. You’ll lead the neural mapping and pharmacological interface design.” He tapped the screen. “You’ll be well compensated. And protected.”
“Protected from what?”
“Exposure. Leaks. Sabotage. My competitors don’t play fair.” He gestured to the contract. “This ensures mutual safety.”
Her eyes scanned the terms again. The NDA. The surveillance consent. The proprietary data clause. Then the warning: *Unauthorized termination will result in clinical repurposing.* What did that even mean?
She looked up. “This phrase—clinical repurposing—it’s vague.”
Dominic’s gray eyes didn’t waver. “Legal phrasing. If a test subject breaks protocol, they’re reassigned under monitored care. It won’t apply to you.”
“Test subject?”
He blinked. “It’s a standard clause. For internal projects.”
She wasn’t convinced.
Still, she remembered the call from hospice last week. Her mother’s oxygen machine malfunctioned again. The insurance limit had capped three months ago. Aria had tried every grant, every research stipend. Nothing.
She sighed. “So I sign this, and every cent of her care is covered?”
“Retroactively and moving forward. Full private coverage, upgraded facilities, and round-the-clock nurses.” His voice softened, just slightly. “She won’t suffer again.”
Aria stared at the biometric reader. Then at the lancet beside it.
“This feels wrong.”
Dominic didn’t push. “You’re welcome to walk. Just know the offer expires the moment you do.”
She hesitated—then pricked her finger.
The reader glowed blood-red as it absorbed her identity. A small current tickled her skin, then faded.
“Contract sealed,” the system chimed.
Dominic stood. “Welcome to Helix, Dr. Wynters.”
He extended a gloved hand through the transparent divider. She hesitated before shaking it. The glove was warm. Too warm. As if something pulsed underneath.
“You’ll report to Floor 37 tomorrow. 7:00 AM sharp. Wear neutral clothing—no tech fabrics, no metal accessories. Security will handle the rest.”
“I haven’t even had onboarding—”
“We’re unconventional here.”
His gaze held hers a beat too long.
She turned to leave.
“Dr. Wynters.”
She paused at the door.
“Every memory costs something,” he said softly. “Let’s hope you can afford the change.”
—
Outside, wind howled between towers. Rain blurred the sky like smeared glass. Aria pulled up her hood and walked quickly, the contract still hot on her retina feed. She wasn’t sure if it was adrenaline or dread pumping through her veins.
At the subway, her phone buzzed.
**UNKNOWN NUMBER: \[1 new message]**
> Welcome to the Project, Echo. See you at sunrise.
> – DV
She stared at the screen. “Echo?” she murmured.
That wasn’t her codename.
Was it?
—
Later that night, she sat at her kitchen counter, hands shaking as she unpacked her Helix starter kit: keycard, retina-lens patch, a silenced wearable comm.
“Why me?” she whispered aloud.
The answer came faster than she expected—from the device. A faint click. Then her smart speaker flickered to life.
“Subject selected due to unmatched neurochemical stability. Neural scan 98.4% optimal. Childhood trauma index: suppressed.”
She froze. “What the hell—”
“Data retrieved from New York University archives. Subject previously enrolled under alias: **E. W.**”
Her stomach dropped.
“I never went by those initials,” she breathed.
The light went dark again.
Aria grabbed her quantum key drive, the encrypted one she hadn’t used since grad school. She typed rapidly, disabling passive listeners.
Then she opened a new entry.
> **Diary Entry 001**
> 07.14
> Helix Tower has too many mirrors. I don’t think they’re just for decoration. Voss… knows more than he’s saying. Possibly about me. “Echo”? No clue what that means.
> I signed because of Mom. I’ll finish this trial, then vanish.
> Note to self: Never trust warmth from a man who lives behind glass.
—
Meanwhile, in a surveillance suite twelve floors beneath hers, Dominic stood before a two-way monitor.
“Begin full subject integration,” he instructed.
“Yes, Mr. Voss. Prototype-Ø preparation will begin before dawn.”
He didn’t respond.
Instead, he reached for a holo-projection. It flickered to life—her childhood photo.
Dominic’s gloved fingers traced the screen.
“Welcome home, Echo,” he murmured.
Then he switched the feed to the glass-walled lab on Floor 37.
The storm outside roared louder, but inside the tower, it had already begun.
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