[Matt_Bradock]

Matthew Archibald Bradock was glad to have the tinted windows and the robotic chaffeur both included in the Rolls-Royce. This way no one saw that he couldn't hide his excitement and grin as the self-driving car passed the gate to GeniCore Hybridization Facility 1, the bland name hiding the facility that literally made his wildest dreams true - for a suitably wild price, that is.
Not like it mattered. His pockets were deep. Bradock Robotics had its stock soaring, the learning neural AI he personally helped code to assist astronauts in the upcoming Mars colony project, operating the autonomous robotic assistants designed for low-gravity and extreme environmental conditions (a.k.a space or Martian surface) landed a multi-billion dollar contract. it wasn't the first big hit, and nor was it going to be the last. And now that he had hired the most capable experts in the field, he didn't have to be around people so much.

To be honest, Matthew hated people. The overwhelming majority of them, at least. The lot were mostly preposterous, hypocritical, selfish, ignorant and too absorbed in absolutely meaningless things while ignoring the actually important issues. Sometimes he wondered how the hell did humanity survive this far at all.
He was irritated by small talk, never watched commercial TV and got sucked into the anime and manga subculture. Essentially a shut-in NEET, who only got by because he was a genius robotics engineer with a calculating mind who planned 20 moves ahead in business, purely relying on logic and science leaving emotion out of the equation.
That is, until 36-year-old Matthew, the British gentlemen who had graduated top of his class in Oxford, went to get a Master's Degree in electronic engineering, and then switched to Cambridge go get another Master's degree in mechatronics and a Bachelor's in business management, heard that GeniCore (whom he so far treated as competition since they were offering a different solution to the problem he was: substituting humans for risky, long-term space missions) offered their latest batch of cat-human hybrid children up for sale as pets to raise funds and prove the product's reliability.
And he knew he absolutely, definitely, 100% had to buy one of them. The Holy Grail for a shut-in otaku like himself, the meme since the early 2010s, a genetically engineered catgirl, a Neko.
He didn't even look at the price tag. He didn't care. As soon as GeniCore approved the sale to him, he was completely obsessing over this. Looking up the UN regulations on the hybrids, having a room fitted for her in his mansion, ordering all the cutest clothes, accessories and restraints he could find or have custom made for her, getting all the supplies he thought she would ever need and then some more.

And now, on the day of the pickup, he could barely contain himself. As the Royce stopped, he looked at the right side of the back seat, at the custom fitted baby pink booster seat with the colorful paw print pattern, and the metallic case next to it which he grabbed, as he got out. It wasn't money, of course, it was for Alice, as he learned the name of his newest little acquisition, so she could leave with him without breaking the law.

One last check. On his Italian black leather shoes, on his dark navy blue Armani suit, on his light blue silk shirt, navy-maroon striped tie, golden TAG Heuer watch, oldschool mechanical Swiss piece of art, and a quick check of his short hair and neatly trimmed goatee in the rearview mirror, then he walked in through the front door, and immediately showed his driving license to the receptionist.
- Matthew Bradock, I have an appointment to pick up Alice. - he cut to the chase, without even the formal introduction, forcing himself to remain calm and look like he had authority. Appearing cold, as he learned, helped with that, and was part of what people considered the "boss" attitude, and expected it from a CEO of a Fortune 100 company. It was an act, though, as under that mask of pompous indifference, Matt was an excited child, about to get a new toy he'd been craving for a decade.
The little girl probably didn't even know but her fate was already sealed. This was just a formality, a company policy to grant a face-to-face for the buyer before the deal was finalised, to prove she matched the description and photos.

As soon as he met an actual caretaker, or higher-up, someone with the authority to take him to his new property, he handed the case over.
- I had the outfit and the equipment custom made for her, according to regulations regarding nekos in public, by a state approved manufacturer. I require her to be dressed in them for transportation.
Inside the case, was a thick pink diaper, designed originally for nighttime use, a light pink short sleeved onesie with red trim and tiny cartoonish animal head prints all over it, and 3 crotch snaps that were actually miniaturised versions of the Segufix system, requiring a magnetic key to open once closed. Then there were a pair of mittens and booties, both shaped like kitten paws with pink cuffs on the wrist and ankle parts with a similar magnetic lock and a cute little bell, and a matching pink collar, with a heart-shaped golden lock and a gold-coated steel ring hanging on it for a leash to be attached, but this time only another cutesy golden bell hung from it. Last but definitely not least, a matching pink safety harness that had a crotch strap as well as shoulder, chest and waist straps, upper arm straps, and two D-rings on the waist strap to attach the cuffs on the mittens to.
Alice probably no idea of it coming, but Matt wanted the staff to dress her in this, so he wouldn't (entirely) be blamed for it.