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Fish Blue #9, Gold #16
Name: kay_brooke
Story: David/Cleaner
Colors: Fish Blue #9 (stargazer), Gold #16 (Someday, I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That’s how rich I want to be)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Charcoal, Pastels (fororigfic_bingo prompt "tower")
Word Count: 647
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Dora waits for the call.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
They wanted to hire her. Of course they did.
All that was left was the Corporation, so literally that it didn’t even need a name. Dora’s company was one of the last to go, so she had seen what happened to other employees. The talented ones, the ones the Corporation had use for, were absorbed with all the rest. The others were spat out on the street, finding themselves not only jobless but also homeless, as there was almost a one hundred percent chance that the Corporation owned their apartments as well. And the Corporation did not rent to non-employees.
Dora had not worked in two weeks, not since the clear glass doors had shut behind her one last time on an April evening. The next morning the glass was frosted, the entrance entirely covered with a freshly-painted Corporation logo, and her security badge no longer worked.
Go home, they said. If we need you, we will come to you.
Dora’s apartment key still worked, so she waited for them to come to her.
And they did, in the form of a young man who was a little too twitchy for Dora’s taste, always glancing over his shoulder and wringing his hands. But he was from the Corporation, and she didn’t have to like him, she just had to listen to him.
“We found your work intriguing,” he said, one hand smoothing a wayward lick of hair while the other, bereft of its partner, plucked at his freshly-pressed blue trousers. “The project involving neuro-stimulants was especially attention-grabbing. The number of practical applications is.” He stopped there, head cocking slightly to the side as if he was listening to something.
Dora heard nothing, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone from the Corporation in his ear. There was no visible communication device, but the Corporation had technology the average person could only dream of. So she merely waited patiently, to see if he would finish his thought.
When he didn’t, she said, “I’m aware of the many applications my research has. That’s why I started working on it.” She knew the man--or more likely, his handler--would pick up on the implication that she’d been valuable enough to choose her own projects.
“Not all of them,” said the man, as if he had not just stopped in the middle of a sentence a moment before. He leaned forward, his twitchiness abating just slightly as something more like real enthusiasm peeked through. “We’re very interested in getting you involved in a special project. There’s quite a varied team, and we believe the research you’ve already done may be the piece we’re missing.” He smiled, and it didn’t quite reach his eyes, though it was clear he was trying. “We would very much like you to be part of the team.”
She could have felt excited at the prospect of being part of a special project right away. She could have felt proud that her research might contribute to something real and exciting. She could have felt grateful she was being offered a position at all.
She felt none of those things. She knew what the Corporation was. She knew everything out of the young man’s mouth was rehearsed and empty.
More than that, she knew she was good. She didn’t need the Corporation or any of its mouthpieces to tell her that. She knew she was good enough to not only work for the Corporation, but to rule it someday. To sit at the very top floor of the tallest central tower, overlooking the whole city, and know that it all belonged to her. All she needed to do was get a position. It didn’t matter which one she started with.
So she said, “Yes, I would be honored to come work for you.”
kay_brookeStory: David/Cleaner
Colors: Fish Blue #9 (stargazer), Gold #16 (Someday, I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That’s how rich I want to be)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Charcoal, Pastels (for
origfic_bingo prompt "tower")Word Count: 647
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Dora waits for the call.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
They wanted to hire her. Of course they did.
All that was left was the Corporation, so literally that it didn’t even need a name. Dora’s company was one of the last to go, so she had seen what happened to other employees. The talented ones, the ones the Corporation had use for, were absorbed with all the rest. The others were spat out on the street, finding themselves not only jobless but also homeless, as there was almost a one hundred percent chance that the Corporation owned their apartments as well. And the Corporation did not rent to non-employees.
Dora had not worked in two weeks, not since the clear glass doors had shut behind her one last time on an April evening. The next morning the glass was frosted, the entrance entirely covered with a freshly-painted Corporation logo, and her security badge no longer worked.
Go home, they said. If we need you, we will come to you.
Dora’s apartment key still worked, so she waited for them to come to her.
And they did, in the form of a young man who was a little too twitchy for Dora’s taste, always glancing over his shoulder and wringing his hands. But he was from the Corporation, and she didn’t have to like him, she just had to listen to him.
“We found your work intriguing,” he said, one hand smoothing a wayward lick of hair while the other, bereft of its partner, plucked at his freshly-pressed blue trousers. “The project involving neuro-stimulants was especially attention-grabbing. The number of practical applications is.” He stopped there, head cocking slightly to the side as if he was listening to something.
Dora heard nothing, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone from the Corporation in his ear. There was no visible communication device, but the Corporation had technology the average person could only dream of. So she merely waited patiently, to see if he would finish his thought.
When he didn’t, she said, “I’m aware of the many applications my research has. That’s why I started working on it.” She knew the man--or more likely, his handler--would pick up on the implication that she’d been valuable enough to choose her own projects.
“Not all of them,” said the man, as if he had not just stopped in the middle of a sentence a moment before. He leaned forward, his twitchiness abating just slightly as something more like real enthusiasm peeked through. “We’re very interested in getting you involved in a special project. There’s quite a varied team, and we believe the research you’ve already done may be the piece we’re missing.” He smiled, and it didn’t quite reach his eyes, though it was clear he was trying. “We would very much like you to be part of the team.”
She could have felt excited at the prospect of being part of a special project right away. She could have felt proud that her research might contribute to something real and exciting. She could have felt grateful she was being offered a position at all.
She felt none of those things. She knew what the Corporation was. She knew everything out of the young man’s mouth was rehearsed and empty.
More than that, she knew she was good. She didn’t need the Corporation or any of its mouthpieces to tell her that. She knew she was good enough to not only work for the Corporation, but to rule it someday. To sit at the very top floor of the tallest central tower, overlooking the whole city, and know that it all belonged to her. All she needed to do was get a position. It didn’t matter which one she started with.
So she said, “Yes, I would be honored to come work for you.”
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