The name was a secret pulse, a "sharp oxygen" that burned in her lungs whenever she was told what to do. It was the jagged top layer of her psyche that no one saw. While her Docile Girl persona nodded at the board meeting, the Kama Oxi was counting the flaws in the CEO’s logic. While the Docile Girl accepted the lukewarm tea, the Kama Oxi was dreaming of fire.