The new pet (Private)

[Matt_Bradock]

The black sedan quietly rolled into the compound of GeniCore Incorporated's regional center, a postmodern 6-storey office building of shiny glass, with a giant metallic double helix statue in the front porch, not even trying to hide the fact the company's main profile was genetic engineering and hybridization. The car stopped in front of the main entrance, and a well-situated gentleman in his late 30s wearing an expensive suit, stepped out. A gold-steel watch shimmered on his left hand, as he locked the vehicle and then walked inside. Cold blue eyes, short, well-kept dark brown, almost black hair and a perfectly shaved face, with a navy blue and black striped tie on his light blue hand-made shirt under the suit.
The large entrance hall has a receptionist desk in the center, elevators to the left and stairwell to the right, and a museum of the company's century-long achievements in genetics lining the walls and arranged into exhibits all around the hall.
he walked straight to the desk, without even sparing a moment to look at the exhibition, and cut straight to the point.
- Hello. I'm Matthew Bradock, here to pick up my order. - and he checked his watch, now visibly an expensive Swiss masterpiece, both to see if he's on schedule and to demonstrate to the receptionist girl his importance, showing a piece that was probably worth twice her annual salary. He hated wasting time, or at least he had to keep up that looks as the CEO of a fast growing aerospace company designing and manufacturing rocket and spaceship engines and power units. Competition was ruthless ever since the colonisation of the Moon began, and anyone in the business who shows weakness, went out of business fairly quickly. It was a shark tank, and everyone smelled the blood in the water.
Which was part of the reason he made that specific acquisition he was about to pick up right now. Something to help him relax. What better way for that, than having a pet? A very special one, at that.

[TheBlackCitadel]

“Ah Yes, your just in Time. They just finished preparing her for you. Just follow me sir.” The receptionist said, standing up. She wore a white button up shirt and a long black skirt, with knee socks and high heels. He brown hair was done up in a bun, and her glasses sat lightly on her face. She walked out from behind a desk and guided the man before her to a door. “Right this way sir.” She said, with a smile on her face.

Willow, a four year old Neko with white fur/hair and Emerald green eyes with red-gold Specks, was nervous. It was her day to be adopted. She was dressed in a thick diaper with flower designs, a locking pink onesie, a white collar, a harness and leash, some locking booties, and locking mittens. She waited patiently, but nervously, for her new owner to arrive.

[Matt_Bradock]

- Why of course. Punctuality is crucial. - especially if you intend to run a company in Japan, he added as a mental note as he nodded. This entire nation was just so proud of their punctuality, they only measured time by the second and smaller units. Everything from opening and closing of stores, to even mass transportation, the accuracy was just astonishing.
And something very, very dear to Matthew, who grew up in Britain, and only moved when he started up his company, and required the cutting edge technology and the pinpoint accuracy only they could provide.

Matthew quietly followed the receptionist, only now taking a look around just to casually memorise the way in and out. Not like he was paranoid - this was but a mental exercise for him, and to help him hide his excitement. He was still walking with casual steps, without hurry.
However, upon entering the room and spotting the tiny little neko with the spotless white hair, the cutesy ears and the nervous look, he immediately disregarded everything else. he took in the sight that was both extremely cute - kawaii, as the Japanese called it - and somewhat bizarre. The adorable pink onesie with the cutesy diaper bulge but also the locking zipper, the collar that matcher her hair color perfectly, yet was locked irremovably around her neck, the cute pink harness with the flower pattern that yet held her arms pinned to her body through forearm and wrist straps, the leash, and the locking mittens and booties that wouldn't let her claw or run even if she wasn't bound and leashed. She looked so adorable yet so helpless, Matthew had to really concentrate to hold the urge to just run there, pick her up in a protective embrace and start soothing her and promising everything will be fine.
He couldn't do that; at least not yet, not in front of these people.
- So, that's her? - he asked the receptionist for confirmation. He paid full in advance - what was left is the paperwork, and actually taking hold of Willow's leash and bringing her home.

[TheBlackCitadel]

The receptionist smiles lightly as they made it to the room where Willow was. “Her Name is Willow. It’s even embroidered on her collar. She’s ready to go as soon as you sign. I’ll get the supplies that you’ll need to take with you.” She said, smiling. She disappeared into a nearby closet to retrieve the items and paperwork.

Willow looked up at her master. Nervous curiousity was obvious in her sparkling, dazzling eyes. She didn’t like the fact that she could barely move due to the mass amount of restraints. She had never liked it. It didn’t help that her vocabulary was limited so it was hard for her to ask for things.

[Matt_Bradock]

- Willow. Nice of you to give her an English name. - he afforded a smile for the first time, both to the woman and then to the little girl, although it was more polite towards the adult and warmer and reassuring towards the kitten. The poor thing was visibly nervous, but who wouldn't have been with all those restraints and being forced to wear a diaper in addition?
Still, her eyes, immediately caught Matthew and he felt being drawn to her. His rationalist part couldn't help but wonder if they were intentionally designed by GeniCore to be this adorable to sell better.
- Well then. - he watched as the woman vanished into a side room to retrive the documentation and the supplies that came with Willow as a package deal, and took this time to walk closer to the little kitten and introduce himself.
- Hello, Willow. My name is Matthew, and I'm your owner now. You'll be living with me from now on. - he leaned forward with a smile and pat the bound up little girl on the head, gently scratching her behind one of her kitty ears, before straightening up and waiting for the woman to return. As that happened, he first went through the inventory of the supplies, checking each item, with the same level of attention as if he was checking the part list of a microfusion drive. Then, he started reading the documents needed to sign.

[TheBlackCitadel]

Willow watched her new owner as he walked towards her. “H-Hello...” She said in a cute, quiet, childish voice. He vocabulary was obviously pretty simple and limited. She squirmed a bit, uncomfortable about her restraints. She disliked not being able to move. She did however quite like the scratch behind the ears.

The Receptionist returned with the papers and the supplies. She set the supplies In a basket for him. The supplies consisted of spare diapers, baby powder, rash cream, wipes, and some new outfits. The outfits were some cute dresses with the same restraints as the onesie, some other onesies with different designs and colors, and some t-shirts and shortall/overalls. “Just sign here, here, here, aaaaand here.” She said, pointing to diffident spots on the two pages of documentation. She was happy that Willow was finally getting adopted.

[Matt_Bradock]

It was harder by the second to resist the urge to pick her up into a gentle hug and pet her like a little kitten. Especially when she finally spoke in her timid, cute childish voice. Matthew really wanted to finally take her home and drop the act of the cold hard businessman.

He went through the inventory, carefully inspecting every item. The diapers, the changing supplies, the dresses with the closed bottoms and locking back zipper, the onesies, some of them long sleeved with sewn-on mittens, the overalls, the T-shirts, everything. And then, reading the actual paperwork, he smirked at the receptionist's happiness. Of course she was happy. After all, this was not an adoption, this was a purchase, and he spent eight figures, not in Yen, but in cold hard US dollars, on the girl. Well, it was also an investment. If GeniCore actually succeeds in creating a hybrid that could be utilised as first wave workers for colonising other planets, that's a huge step for mankind. And some huge money for anyone in the space industry. Someone would have to build those colony ships after all...
After he finished the reading, he did sign however, in all 3 spaces, and then took his copy of the legal documents.
- Is that all? - he said, putting his game face on again, and when it was all done, he took hold of Willow's leash.
- Let's go home, little one. - he offered her a warm smile again, and led her out of the building, making sure he dictated a slow pace for her to keep up in her restraints. He put the basket with the supplies in the trunk of the sedan, and then opened the rear door revealing a specialised booster seat he already purchased days before. He gently picked up Willow and finally gave her a good big hug, before carefully placing her in the sea and attached her restraint harness to the seat mounts and then closed the ankle straps on the leg rests. She could barely move before, but she couldn't move at all now.
- Don't worry sweetie, once we're home you can get out of these straps. - he smiled, and placed a small kiss on her forehead, followed by a little pat, and then moved to take the driver seat and turn the vehicle on.
- Home - he instructed, and the self-driving navigation kicked in, the car started moving on its own.
- I have already prepared you a room, I hope you'll like it. - he smiled, looking back at the still adorable little cutie, tightly bound to her booster seat.
- Sorry that you have to be tied down like that, it's the law. Did you have to spend a lot of time like this before? - he asked, wanting to know how used she was to this.

[TheBlackCitadel]

The assistant smiled at Matt. “Alright, you are free to take her home.” She said, walking to go tell her boss about the sale. She knew she would get a nice bonus for this sale. She hoped she would get a raise and promotion.

Willow had some trouble with keeping up due to the limited movement. She looked up at the car, eyes wide and jaw dropped. She had never seen a car, or the outside of the lab before. She was more surprised when picked up, and she enjoyed the warm hug. She did however get a bit upset with all the restraints. “I-I can get out of th-these..?” She asked in her adorable voice. “I nevew had to be wike this b-before...” She said, lisping a bit.

[Matt_Bradock]

Matt noted her not liking the restraints, but he was surprised hearing she didn't ever have to be strapped down like that before.
- I honestly thought they'd teach you this... - he sighed, as they were travelling towards his house, leaving the city blocks and heading for a more rural outskirts.
- Basicly, there are rules I have to keep if I want to keep you, and you have to obey them too if you don't want to be taken away from me. One such rule is, that you'll always have to wear this harness and your leash when we leave the house. Maybe not the mittens. Second, you'll always have to wear a nappy, and all your clothes have to be designed so you cannot take it off yourself. Have you been potty trained, Willow? - he asked after the explanation. He wasn't happy either that he had to practically tie her up every time he wanted to take her outside, but it had to be done, and he hasn't even mentioned yet that she'd also have to be locked in her crib for the night, or tied up if she didn't want to sleep alone. At least he already purchased a sleeping bag that provided sufficient restraint yet was cozy and comfortable enough in case she wanted to sleep with her master.

[TheBlackCitadel]

Willow listens to her new master tell her the rules. She was confused by one thing though. “Wh-What’s a Potty Training..?” She asked, a bit confused by that. All she knew was using her nappies. “When will w-we get home..?” She asked, not liking the restraints.