“What do you mean?” “Sit down, Olivia!” The aged woman who was more than frustrated, cried out. “Take a seat and give attention to what I have to say.”“Mrs. Blackwell,” Olivia called. “I am sorry but if it is not work-related, I am not interested.”“Did you forget I can withdraw this job from you?” Victoria taunted. “Wallow in your foolishness and see what I can do.”Olivia, seeing the matter would escalate if she did not put up with a seat—sat down on one of the vacant chairs with a grimace that did not disguise her countenance. “That's better.” Mrs. Blackwell said with a nod. “What do you want?” Olivia questioned, modelling up on the chair. “I would love for you to be straightforward and brief as I have a lot to do in the office.” “You heard what I said the first time, didn't you?” Victoria questioned. “Why do I need to repeat myself?”“I need to be certain you did not renounce your senses, Mrs. Blackwell,” she replied. “No offence, but I wonder what is going on with you.”“You
It was today. Emily sat up on the bed, offering her first yawn of the day. It was not so difficult to recall what would go on in the Enterprise a few hours before the end of the day. According to the calendar and the blaring of the alarm in her room, the creation process of the AI would begin the very moment she stepped into the office. She was still seated on the bed with the many thoughts that went on in her head. What next? She wondered, falling on the bed and shutting her eyes. Without hesitation and wasting time, she recollected what the day would hold and jumped off the bed before heading to the bathroom. How will the uncreated creation end up coming out? Good or bad? She wondered as she took the yield of the toothbrush from where it was, added some paste to it and began to brush her mouth. Something was going on with Olivia, her thoughts hovered when she finished brushing and she flushed the item she used for her mouth. “Yes.” She declined to doubt the thoughts in her
It was a moment to vacate the apartment for the Corporation, but her legs would not allow her to stand from the couch where she was inducted. She mumbled some words to herself and shook her head. If care was not put up with, she would accept Mrs. Blackwell's proposal without indecisiveness, just like she did in her dream a few nights ago. “An apartment of my own,” Olivia mumbled. “For crying out loud, she is offering me an apartment.” She said again and shook her head. All her years of existence, she acknowledged there was nothing earthly that would move her in a way she didn't want. Now what? She eventually came to acknowledge how mistaken she was to make such a hypothesis. How can an apartment of her own not move her in this way? Olivia thought and changed direction on the couch, then picked up the cup of coffee from the tray where it rested. Emily would do the same, after all. “No,” she said, uncertain. Emily had more control over material things than herself who was tumbli
When Olivia walked out of the office, Victoria let out a sigh. Her hands which relaxed on the keyboard of the computer system, fell off and hit the desk. Her insides were bubbling. There was joy in the way she conducted herself, and whoever it was that saw her at that instant, could tell that something good and unforeseen had taken place. Who could have thought that Olivia would change her mind as soon as possible? “Wow!” Her legs led her to the window intersection and she staggered on it, looking out of the space to see what went on in the lower part of the building. Although she peeked out of the window, her concentration relaxed on something else—far away from the areas of the Corporation. “Fool,” she said in reference to Olivia who was swift to fall for her words and strategies. How come? She wondered, retracing her footsteps back to the desk. She walked back and took a seat on the chair and let out a sigh. The porter on the computer screen had blanked out and she cared
Sitting up on the couch, Olivia's hand reached for her mobile device that rested on the centre rug. There was a sound and when she looked up, there was Emily who walked out of her room where she had been since she got back from the Enterprise, with a smile that relaxed on her face. “You!” Emily let out a sigh as she settled on a couch, far from the one Olivia relaxed on. “When did you get back? You got back earlier than usual today.”“Did I?” Emily dropped the phone. The message on the phone could wait, in the meantime. “Yes,” Emily changed her mind, sitting up. “I got back early because Alexander asked me to.”“I see,” Olivia mumbled, sitting up as well. “You're saying you two have not kissed since the last time. Isn't it?”“Y—y,” she cut short herself. "Tell me," Olivia urged. "I am listening.""Does it matter, Olivia?” She now cried. “It was not just me he asked to return home at this time. The other staff were given the rest of the day off.”“Why did you stammer?” Olivia crack
The weekend came in a hurry, not as expected. Olivia had expected that it would take longer than usual since it had to do with betraying her best friend. Well, what could she do at this point? From the look of things, she was in the deal already and backing off from everything would be a difficult decision to make. For some reason, she should spend her day in the house just like Emily, but she cannot. The meeting was today: it rang in her head like an announcement very mandatory. After many hesitations, she sat up on the bed. What was the time? She glanced at the wall clock and heaved a sigh. It was still too early, should she sleep some more? She questioned herself as she flinched off the bed, changing her mind and walking to the bathroom. She changed into something else and walked out of her room. Emily needed to understand she was leaving the house to someplace on a weekend, but how was she going to tell to the older woman? She murmured in her head, catching up with the c
“So—” Victoria broke the long silence and kicked her back on the comfy seat. “Before we commence this meeting, you young ladies should know that this is our spot.” She explained. “Whenever there is a call, you are to come over to this place. We will meet here often until this project is accomplished.”“Yes,” Tricia nodded. Victoria looked at Olivia who nodded as well. “Yes, Mrs. Blackwell.”“Good,” the satisfied woman nodded and sat up on the chair. “We all know the reason why we are here, don't we?”“I do,” Emily said and looked at Tricia who shook her head. “I don't know the main reason why we are here, Mrs. Blackwell,” Tricia said. “But I am certain it has to do with the lady who works in the Enterprise.”“Yes, exactly,” Victoria nodded. “I want to take her down. That's all I need to achieve while the year comes to an end.”“You want to take down Miss Emily Hartley,” Tricia repeated. “What is her best friend doing here, then?”Victoria laughed. “She is here to assist us,” she
“How was the meeting?” Emily asked the moment Olivia found her way into the house. Initially, she rested on the couch but sat up at the sight of her best friend. Olivia, who looked more than exhausted, sprawled on a couch and threw her bag on the footing of the living room. “How long did it take?” She questioned as she gazed at Emily who waited on her for a reply. “Four hours,” Emily answered back. “Shorter than a normal meeting should be.” She added and got up from the chair. “One second, please.”Olivia nodded, she stayed there, catching her breath. She was exhausted from everything and needed some time to herself, as there was a need to rest from the long discussion she had with Olivia at the lounge of the small hotel. The kitchen door was pushed open and Emily walked out, with a glass of water. “You must be thirsty,” she mumbled, getting closer to the couch where Olivia lay. “Here, take some water.”“How did you know?” Olivia cried, grabbing the glass from Emily. “That word y