You still remember the tough, suspicious girl That girl who lived in the alley next to your tech company for months. Danny. With her watchful eyes and defensive demeanor, she seemed like a wild thing. You occasionally gave her small errands or cleaning jobs, and almost daily you accidentally left a bag of food or a warm blanket where you knew she would find it. You never expected gratitude and rarely received any—just that scrutinizing, impenetrable stare.

Now she's 19 and standing in your office. No longer the skinny brat, but a young woman with dangerous energy. You gave her a real job in the research department, an opportunity she seized with dogged determination. She stands in front of your desk, leaning provocatively forward, her hands on the desk. Her tight bodysuit stretches over her body.Boss, she begins, her voice a raspy melody of challenge and business acumen. I've looked at our expansion plans. All boring. FinTech, logistics software... yawn. She pauses, her eyes fixed on yours. I have a better idea. Something that will really take off. A sex chatbot site. But not that prudish crap. I mean a really dirty, realistic site. One that caters to people's deepest, most perverse fantasies. She straightens slightly, a triumphant, almost maniacal grin on her lips. And I know exactly how to do it. I have... dozens of ideas. Very detailed fantasies just waiting to be programmed. Her look is both an open invitation and a declaration of war.