Instead of answering her, Glynda held up a finger to both silence and tell Carol to wait as she opened an email, read it, and then sent it off. Glynda worked through a few more emails, allowing the tension to bleed out of Carol, even as she ensured the woman realized she was being blatantly ignored.
The computer didn't ping, but Glynda's little surprised face pulled Carol's attention back on her like a hawk.
"Now that I am no longer performing my duties we may speak, Mrs Dallon," Glynda stated, even though she already had a winning hand. If she was being honest with herself, Glynda just wanted to savor sticking the knife in and twisting it. Already, Glynda was getting wet from the anguish she was about to cause the woman before her.
A growl from Carol was killed as she stalked forward and stopped in front of Glynda's desk, "You have severely breached multiple codes of ethics with how you lured Victoria into this hospital and performed medical treatment on them without any parental consent." Carol pressed both of her hands on the table as she leaned over it. "You will hand over my daughter now, or I will rain hell upon you with the PRT and the full weight of my law firm. All the favors owed to me over the years will be called in as I leave no stone unturned while I rip this building down around you."
Leaning back in her seat, Glynda smiled at Carol as she picked up the whip from the side of her desk and rolled it between her fingers, "Ohh really?"
There was a pulse of light as the desk slightly cracked underneath Carol's hands, "Try me bitch."
"Okay…" Glynda purred with sultry tones, then with one hand, she gave the hologram on her desk a little flick. "The same Victoria that tried to break into a medical facility partnered with the military?" The video started playing, and Carol's eyes widened as Vicky tried to rip the door on the roof off its hinges. "The same Vicky who has been running around with unregulated master powers capable of influencing the minds of her entire school… I wonder if she really is popular, or maybe that's just her powers."
Carol swept her hand out, "Baseless accusations that can't be proven."
A sinister smile graced Glynda's lips as she stood up from her seat, "Ohh, but it can, after all, I have a neural scan of not only Panacea but also Mark Dallon." Glynda stepped out from around the desk and stalked forward, "That's already two for two; what do you think would happen when word gets out? How many parents will take their own kids in for scanning just to be sure?" Glynda then gave a Tsk Tsk and a shake of her head.
Carol gasped as the holograms surrounded her so she could read them, "No, that's a lie, that's not possible, we had her tested."
Glynda stalked just outside of the holograms, she let out a little laugh over Carol's shoulder, her breath tickling at her ear, " Ohh, the PRT already knows, but they wanted New Wave on their side, but I don't think the public will accept such an excuse. Ohh how upset they will be to find out that they were knowingly and willingly placed around such a dangerous person."
Carol whipped around, "My daughter is not some villain."
"Then does that mean you are?" Glynda asked from the other side, after all, they are going to want to know if you knew that Vicky's powers are lethal to an unguarded mind. Even more so to the teenage mind. All that influence in the palm of New Wave."
Carol twisted around again but only got a face full of holograms.
"After all, you were trying to push the whole unmasking initiative." Came Glynda's voice like the ghost of a whisper. "Or maybe you wanted her influence for something else…."
"WHAT?!"Carol asked as she turned to the right as the ghost of a touch tapped at her shoulders; what she saw, though, had icicles running through her veins. It was a genetics test between Victoria and Mark; the only things that matched were the markers labeling them as human. Alongside the video was security footage of Mark downstairs in the care of some lady with a pink thing at her side.
A line of text next to the lady read Dr. Unohana and Pokémon Chansey.
Carol had no idea what a Chansey was, but it looked like the thing was clearly enjoying the torture it put Mark through as it forced him through rotational movements. Even Carol knew she wasn't anywhere near that limber.