The shower didn’t take long, it never did, and Maggie was back in fresh underwear in no time. The rest of the clothes she’d have to get from the bedroom, as she only kept a stock of lingerie in the shower room closet. That meant, of course, that she had to put shoes on before any pants, and walk across the living room half-naked, but now that Cain was gone, Maggie had full control, and none of that mattered anymore. In fact, she was in no hurry to put on anything decent, not even for a video call to one of her bodyguards.<br/><br/>“Send someone to clean up this mess,” Maggie said and crunched more of the glass under her heels. With hands supporting the towel wrap on her head, she made no attempt to hide her breasts that the shelf bra kept on display, “I got a bit carried away.”<br/><br/>“Yes, ma’am,” the portrait of a young man replied from a pad that hovered at a short distance in front of Maggie’s face.<br/><br/>“I also need a new coffee table,” Maggie went on and paced around the room to show more of the mess on the cam, “Look up the details of the previous order from... a few years back, see if they’re still in business. Otherwise I’ll choose one myself.”<br/><br/>“Understood,” the man said and continued to stare from the screen.<br/><br/>“That’ll be all,” Maggie said, but she never did say that when she actually meant it. She would’ve just hung up.<br/><br/>“Ma’am?” the man started. It was clearly the first time he’d seen her topless.<br/><br/>“Yes?”<br/><br/>“You look... very beautiful.”<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Maggie replied with a genuine smile and went on in a calm tone, “Now, touch yourself for me, darling.” There was a pause. Maggie went on, “If you do, you’ll get to watch me until you come. You’ll also get to keep your job. Understood?”<br/><br/>“Y-yes, ma’am,” the man replied and looked nervously around, “What about the... table?”<br/><br/>“The faster you come, the faster you get back to doing your job,” Maggie said, amused, and then pretended to ignore him. The hover-pad followed her along as she walked to the kitchen, and the moans began to turn her on, but more importantly, they let her thoughts focus on something other than Cain. It was a cheap distraction, but at least it worked.<br/><br/>“It says here I made a bunch of people pretty mad when I blew up their ship,” Maggie said casually and took a glance at the man on the screen that orbited her at a distance. It was about time she went through her messages, so she sat on a stool by the kitchen counter and browsed a smaller pad in her hands, “Do you think it’s safe for me here, at the station?”<br/><br/>“No, ma’am,” the man uttered, voice shaking.<br/><br/>“Even less than usual?” Maggie asked and stared at the bald erection being stroked on the screen.<br/><br/>“Uh... as, as dangerous... as usual,” he managed.<br/><br/>“Fair enough,” Maggie said and resumed reading the messages. There was a notification about the elevator. It had been stopped for a while, long enough... to… She switched to viewing its security feed, and she stared.<br/><br/>“I’ll... have to call you back,” Maggie muttered and hung up. The elevator had been stopped from the inside, so to make sure it remained so, she also stopped it from the outside. Then, she watched. No way Cain didn’t realize there were cameras in the walls. Was she doing this on purpose? Maybe she thought no one would actually watch. Well, she’d almost been right. But now, Maggie did. It felt wrong to do so, just like it had felt wrong to blow up that ship and to smash that table. She watched, and she waited. Patiently. Her hands began to shake, but she continued to watch, and to wait, until the two women in the elevator were in their most vulnerable moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>