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“They did not choose your outfit Melinda I did, it’s a charity gala and we need to be smart.”
Michael stares at his mother, “You selected this dress? And its Michael, not Melinda” he says in angry astonishment, “and the makeup artist that came?”
“That was me as well, everyone who is anyone will be there, and you need to look your best, and to be honest your makeup skills still need work”.
“I do not want to go at all.”
“That’s not up for debate Melinda, I mean for Christs sake trying to hack the Facility what the hell were you thinking!”
Michael looks at his mother angrily, but she is right of course. “So, what, you are going to dress me now?”
“Yes, basically, for a while, we need to get you to a standard that represents the family, and the Facility will not do that. I will work with them of course, so as not to break the rules.”
“You cannot make me” he says, opposition in his eyes.
“Well, we will see on that front. But for now, get your heels on, and pick up the clutch bag from the kitchen side I made up for you, and Melinda please remember to smile.”