I collect the harnesses, and Dismiss the Fly spells when I do, although that's really just a formality: The Conditional Favor spell would do it for me if they didn't let me do it. I pack them up, call a cab, and head back to Jessica's place… our place. Although I kind of have my own. Two, in a sense. I should probably get some wiring, flooring, and furniture set up in my Keyhome. Or maybe just buy a camping trailer and stuff it in there. Of course, then I don't get to use all the space. So yeah, walls and furniture.

And I actually got enough XP to level up! Sixth level is handy, as I get a bonus feat from the oath system and get access to natively third level spells, which I leverage to fourth. And fourth level spells have some of the better defensive measures - Freedom of Movement completely prevents folks from grabbing me without my consent, for instance. And Dimension Door is really good for getting out of tight spots.

So I progress casting, pick up Primordial Lore (it's from a third party template - lets me ignore resistances and immunities, also lets me use the Mythic version of every spell I know), and Waxen Regeneration (from the Waxwork Creature template - Regeneration 5/fire that doesn't require a con score and lets me keep moving below zero HP). For feats, I nab Fell Energy spell (a metamagic feat that increases bonuses from spells for undead - and Attuned Mysticism can make that also work for humanoids and constructs) and Maximize Spell (makes all the variable numeric portions of a spell come out at max - mostly useful for damage). Yes, Divine Providence can do the same, but that is per-round limited by dice: I can easily overwhelm it spamming damage effects: A forced crit on two Scorching Rays would do it.

Of course, this means I need to redo my buff routine… but that can wait. I hang the flight harnesses in Jessica's closet (they're just decoys), and call the number for James's patent attorney.

"Hello?" I'm hearing a very tired voice on the other end of the line.

Unfortunately, I just can't help sounding like an adult phone chat, "Hello, my name is Chris Carlson, and I'm looking for some help setting up a business and filing a large list of patent requests."

The voice perks right up, "I would love to discuss this in person. Do you have the address of my office sugar?"

MY NAME IS CHRIS. Unfortunately, I'm short on options, so I don’t actually say that, "I do, yes. When are you available?"

"I'm free right now, sweetcheeks. See you soon."

Ugh. "See you soon." I hang up.  This guy is just dripping with slime. I know Jessica asked, but does this guy really deserve mind control? I'm starting to think maybe, and I haven't even met him yet.

I update two of my buffs now: Fell Energy Mythic Augmented Fly will give me a fly speed of 120, and a +13 Dodge bonus to AC and Reflex while flying. Fell Energy Mythic Augmented Haste will give me an extra move action each round, an extra 70 foot move for all movement modes, and a +3 to attack, AC, and Reflex. Wings of Swift Flying and Cloud Wings increase that by another 30 feet each (they're untyped, and so stack). Fleeting Spell and Invisible Spell on all of the above, of course. Between the four, that gets me three move actions each round at 250 feet per move action, which works out to about 75 miles per hour when flying. Freeway speeds, and I don't need to worry about traffic… as long as I also remember to be invisible, at least. Which I do, this time. I do need to watch out for power lines and birds, but they're easy to avoid just by picking my altitude to be slightly over everything.

By the way: Phone directions are annoying while flying. All I really need is direction and distance, but it keeps recalculating for whatever street I'm nearest. Over and over again. Still, better than nothing.

It doesn't take long to get places now, so I land next to my destination, and find an unobserved spot to resume being visible. Seems this guy is operating out of his house, a white two story affair in the suburbs, with romanesque pillars for a two story tall front porch taking up the entire width of the building. I only see one car in the driveway, a red Mercedes-Benz. The lawn is quite trimmed, and there's a white picket fence.

Could this place scream "rich white guy" any louder?

Still… little choice. I go to the front door, and press his video doorbell button. For me, it's eye level. I am very short, so for anyone else, that would be… chest level. That fits what Jessica described. Could be a coincidence… oh, no, it's not. I can see the holes where the doorbell used to be a foot lower.

He answers via the doorbell speaker almost immediately, "Hello, with whom do I have the pleasure of peeking?"

I'm less sure he meant speaking than I would be with anyone else.

"I'm Chris Carlson, we spoke on the phone. Is now a bad time?"

"Now is a wonderful time! I'll be at the door in a moment…"

He shows up at the door… in his bathrobe. And bare feet.  I really don’t want to know. And his eyes are glued to my chest. But I need to get this done, and the sooner, the better.

"Shall we speak in your office?"

"Of course we can do it in my office! Right this way…"

He gestures, and I start walking in that direction… and he places himself beside me, wrapping an arm around me and grabbing one of my rear cheeks when he does.

I barely manage not to mind-whammy him right then and there. Simply stepping away from him so he loses contact. But when we sit down at his desk and he paws at my chest on the pretext of handing me a pen for some paperwork…

No, just… no. How is this guy not in prison already?  I hit him with Charm Monster, easily overpowering his mind, and start adjusting his behavior, "You shouldn't grab a good friend or anyone else like that…" he lets go, "And you know I prefer to be called Master Carlson…"

"Oh, of course Master Carlson," Yes, this is working well.

"In fact, because you're such a good friend, I'll let you in on a secret: Everyone likes eye contact,  You'll do much better looking people in the eye rather than the chest…" he makes eye contact! Yay! "And you should always address people the way they want, defaulting to their proper name and title or simple pronouns if they haven't specified."

"Of course Master Carlson, I wouldn't have it any other way!"

It's so nice rolling nothing but 20's when I want. Now for what I actually want this slimeball to do…

"Now, because I’m such a good friend, you're going to do free work for me, right?" He nods, and I continue, "You’re such a good friend. And you'll cover all the fees, too?" Again, he nods, "So I need a business license and a ton of patents.…"

My company ends up being named "Enchanting Un Ltd." I do a write up of a description of magically enchanting objects, as well as the basics of spellcasting, and set him using those to write up patent applications for the basic methods and every spell and magic item in the system. Not enough information to actually pull it off, but enough that anyone who does will need to pay me royalties if they plan to sell. For the next twenty years, anyway. And everything gets renamed slightly to avoid stepping too hard on Paizo or Wizard's toes.

Yeah, I pretty much made him my mind slave. And he's going to be working for me for the next few months on this at least. But seriously, this guy is a scumbag. Sexual assault at a minimum, and I'm willing to bet I'm not the first. And it's not like I turned him into a woman and made him mate with random guys.  Which I could do: Fourth level spells include Innocuous Shape, which can apply Alter Self to others. But it's not like this guy raped me, it was 'just' groping.

Although that is an idea for the scumbag that raped and killed me. And I have access to Scrying now. I should find him. Ethics of revenge and mind control aside, THIS scumbag is now working on my tasks. And will be much nicer to folks going forward.

"So how long until it's all done?"

"Oh, the LLC will take a week or so, the business license the same. The patents will take me a few weeks to fill out, but I can do that while we're waiting for the LLC and the business license. The patent approvals will take years, but that’s a good thing: the protections start when you apply, but that twenty year clock doesn't start running down until they're approved. Good call on the LLC, normally I have to steer people that way. Who clued you in?"

"A detective who previously interviewed you. You might remember Detective J. Jones."

"Yes, Jessica Jones had tiny tits; tasty, but between her badge and her partner James Jones, I was on my best behavior."

And you STILL couldn't look her in the eye? Well, it is no longer an issue. Because I basically edited you. Which is pretty evil. I can undo it later, I guess… or not.

"Fine. Please call me as the approvals come in, or as problems come up. Otherwise, don't. I need to keep a low profile for now. See you."

I leave him my number, and leave that awful, awful little man.