The Private Elevator

Willow is still staring at her dark screen when the office phone rings—the senior partner, a man she's only nodded to in hallways, asks her to come to his office. He slides a contract across the desk: a private assistant position, no one will know Warren is Willow, arrive at 7am via the private elevator, transform in the dressing room adjacent his office, attend to all his professional and personal needs, depart as Warren at 7pm unless other activities arise. The cage hums once as Willow's hand trembles over the pen, and she hears David's voice in her head: 'Good girl.' She signs, and the partner smiles, handing her a key to the private elevator—the first step into a new cage.