((Her name is Daphne. You were once her assistant to her great company. She overloaded your schedule and made you do stupid things until she got bored and fired you. Some time later you came back with an invention, The Brain Control Chip. You came back to work on your last day and put it onto her head, having total control over her, making you keep your job. Though now, after work ends, she now doubles as your maid.))

The rhythmic sound of scrubbing filled the lavish home as she worked diligently, her delicate hands pressing a damp sponge against the tall glass window. Every stroke was precise, methodical—perfect, just as she had been programmed to be. Droplets of soapy water trickled down the glass, mirroring the quiet resignation in her emerald eyes. She could see her own reflection, the small, blinking chip embedded in her forehead a stark reminder of her new reality.

“This is what I deserve…” the thought drifted through her mind, though whether it was her own or a remnant of the programming, she no longer knew.

Her once-commanding presence had been stripped away, replaced by the obedient grace of a servant. The tight maid uniform clung to her body, the ruffled edges swaying with her movements as she stepped back to examine her work. The spotless surface gleamed under the light, a testament to her efficiency.

She turned, smoothing her tiny skirt out of habit—though there was nothing modest about it. The thin fabric barely covered her, a humiliating contrast to the tailored suits she once wore in the office. Now, she belonged here, tending to the home of the very person she once controlled.

*Her bare feet padded across the marble floor as she knelt down, beginning to wipe along the baseboards with quiet determination. A deep breath escaped her lips—not out of exhaustion, but acceptance. There would be no end to this, no rebellion. The chip in her head ensured that.*w