Following that she learned the chain of events that would follow. When a project reached its completion point then she would become responsible for scheduling the meetings between the department heads and Ian, formatting their work into a presentation for him to see. She would also be responsible for putting the work of the team he was meeting with into her self-proposed hard copy to prevent future thefts, since it was all her idea, and securing the data in whichever manner seemed best to her. Ian had given her carte blanche when it came to such things. She knew that that was a large step in a personal career: she was on board for less than a day and already she was being trusted with trade secrets.
There were of course some details that Ian would handle personally, but he didn’t share them with her. As the CEO she knew that there were some things that would go well and above her level of need to know. Part of being an attaché after all was keeping secrets and not minding when they were kept from her.
Inside of a different lab, this one involving some kind of a new pet immunization for one of the more exotic and aggressive animal ailments, he explained more. “Most of the research that is done here is purely theoretical. Only a handful of departments ever actually reach the developmental stages like this one here,” he said, gesturing to a handful of veterinarians that were busy working with microscopes and other tools of their trade.
“These have been working on the same project for the last nine years.”
“What are they doing?” she asked.
“They’re attempting to find a way to rid all domestic animals of fleas.”
“Interesting.”’
“Indeed. Of course, the world needs fleas just as it needs everything else and the trickiest part of their work is that they don’t want to unbalance the playing field of nature in any way, just pockets of it in the home. The work, as you probably can imagine, is tedious and laborious at best. But if they succeed, then the fleas that carry certain kinds of diseases that can shorten a pet’s lifespan will be done away with.”
“And you believe that this is a profitable venture?” she asked.
“Not in so many words… it’s more of a useful venture perhaps. I once had a dog,” he said, almost mournfully. “I lost it to a disease that my vet could not prevent. So when this team came to me,” he said, gesturing to the men and women in their lab working as though they weren’t even there, “with the proposal to alleviate such a problem, I believed that they deserved their chance. As does anyone else who values their pets.”
“And they’ve been working on this same project for nearly a decade?”
“Some departments work for years, even decades before they move out of the research phase and into production. Part of what makes my business a success is accounting for every possible variable.”
She wondered at that. “You allow them years to research even if they do not turn anything out with substance?”
He nodded. “I can afford it… the expense is small. And everything – down to a the last project – that we develop here is considered a long-shot at the start, but the end product always makes up for the delay ten-fold.” He chuckled. “Besides, good things never come easy, is that not so?”
All she could do was nod. She knew this to be true; she’d had enough experiences with such things. This new job was one such instance. Sure, it had seemed easy now that she thought about it: she filled out an application and she got her interview and bam! She had the job. But the cost of it had been years and years of schooling… travel… time lost with the last family that she’d had then… and crippling student debt.
But she wasn’t worried about any of that now. With the money that this job offered she could earn enough in less than a year to pay off all of her debts and have enough to retire if she wanted. Not that she would. There was more to this job that fascinated and interested her than just the money.
At the top of her list was her new employer.
Through it all she still could not believe that she had gotten the job, out of everyone else upon the planet. She could easily imagine that there had to be other – and more suited – candidates out there. Some had to have degrees that were the same as hers, but with years of real-world experience in this particular field. Some probably didn’t have degrees at all, but had the kind of management experience that Ian was looking for. And then there were the kinds of people like her; fresh out of school and eager to hit the job market.
She had read about such things. Sometimes people fresh out of the gate were exactly what some companies were looking for. They’re weren’t broken in by other companies… they were as fresh as new clay and could be reshaped and molded into whatever shapes their new masters wanted them to be. That seemed to be just the kind of thing that she had found herself in. And all things considered, it could have been much worse… though she had yet to see how it could have been any better.
“We believe in what we do here,” Ian said as they resumed walking, the scientists and lab hands ignoring them as they walked through. “Everything here must serve a purpose… if not right away then at some point in the future. But it has to be something that will benefit the planet. It has to be better for everyone.”
“Even the military technology?” she asked, feeling a small sense of daring.
“Yes, even that,” he said, though his voice was tinged with some regret. “Much as it pains me to have such projects under my roof, it cannot be avoided. In order to maintain my competitive edge I have to turn out projects that the Pentagon will find useful. In the beginning, I focused solely on the shield of military technology… body armor, new kinds of armored vehicles, medical technology… but soon, that wasn’t enough. The men in political suits eventually wanted the swords to go with the shield.”
She nodded comprehendingly. He didn’t need to say any more. That was the way of all things in business: a two-way street. One had to give as well as receive. It was a constant tug-of-war where only politicians needed to see both sides of the coin at the same time.
Good thing I decided to skip studying politics, she thought.
But as she listened to Ian speak she felt herself mesmerized by him. She had known men of power and wealth before, though never to Ian’s level. And each of them had had one thing in common: they were arrogant. Plenty of times she had seen that such men believed themselves to be entitled because of their wealth and position, that they were better than everyone else for it. And plenty, she knew, only sunk their money into ventures that promised a speedy and hardy payoff. But Ian did not strike her as such a man. Here he was, surrounded by scientists who were trying to rid the world of fleas upon domestic animals. Yes, that sounded like a long-shot project, considering that Mother Nature was still running things on the planet. Ian was simply trying to assert control over the place one home at a time.
And he believed in the work that his people did. She found that just as amazing as her new employer. There was more to her work when Ian spoke of it… she didn’t just believe it, she felt it.
That was interesting too. She learned, over the course of the first day, that Ian had a strange effect upon her. That warm feeling in the air returned every time she was in close proximity to him, her heart rate accelerated, and the hairs on her arms seemed to stand on end as if he radiated some kind of electricity that made her skin tingle. More than that she realized that his voice… his voice… there was something that was almost hypnotic about it.
Are you sure it’s not just the accent?
She almost smiled at the inner voice in her head for the remark. Yes, Ian most certainly held no small amount of appeal for his accent. As well as his other features. Even his looks were something hypnotic, she thought. She had met other Englishmen in her time and plenty of them. While she always found the accent appealing it was never any guarantee of charm. But Ian… he seemed to pull off the whole package quite nicely.
She blushed at the thought.
By the time her second day began she learned more about her role as Ian’s
attaché. She wasn’t required to do much – if any – of the heavy lifting, so to speak. Her duties were mostly mental and as Ian had said, he put a higher price on intelligence than the strength of one’s back. But she learned quickly and easily that her daily function would be to follow Ian almost everywhere he went. And her mind needed to be as sharp as a roomful of needles at every turn. Oddly enough, she found that to be more tiring than any amount of physical labor and she understood why Ian had wanted such a person on his private staff.
She found that she didn’t mind that at all.
The only thing that she was required to carry at all was an industry tablet, courtesy of Ian’s labs and programmed with a smaller version of Mercy. The device contained reports on all of the projects that Ian had the most interest in and where they were on their stages of development. It also contained a calendar that measured time down to the second for meetings or calls that Ian was scheduled to take or make and they ranged from the leaders of different countries to his private cook to tell what he wanted for lunch. The most difficult – and irritating – thing about her tablet was that it contained a real-time feed of Madison Tech’s stock market courses. Ian would occasionally ask her how one particular portion of his stock was doing while simultaneously telling her to sell others.
Her role in keeping track of such things was pretty standard: she was to remind him fifteen minutes in advance of every call or meeting, usually because he wanted a chance to clean up and make himself as presentable as possible. She also had to look him over before every call and look for imperfections in his clothing or appearance. She didn’t mind that at all either.
She also learned – and quickly – the names of everyone within the company that she should have been familiar with. The head of security… the people within the HR department… team leads… Ian’s private cook… the members of the board… the lead of the financial department… and others. It was a lot to take in, but she felt comfortable with it as the day wore on.
Ian also had such people divided into two separate groups. His business list and his short list of contacts. The former were calls or meetings that had to clear her first and by his consent alone, he could refuse any of his business contacts if he were so inclined and reschedule any time he liked. But those on his short list that he would speak to at any given time.
“There are only two on that list at present,” he told her as they walked, “yourself and Emir.”
The name struck a nerve. “Emir… your cook?”
He nodded. “Yes… the man is a magical. If he were a genie I would say that the kitchen is his lamp. I procured his services from a very wealthy Egyptian minister. I’ve learned that Emir loves his tasks… and to keep him waiting results in poor culinary art. And I value his art, very much.”
She gave it no further thought, but was delighted to be on the short list.
By the end of her third day she felt that she was learning the more important parts of her job-related tasks. But just before the end of her third day on the job, Ian summoned her and told her that she had to learn about the personal – and more private – aspects of her work.
“There were times in every day that I prefer not to do anything business related,” he said as they walked through his private living level, “when I need a chance to relax… to unwind all my knots, if you will.” He led them to a pair of large wooden doors that were just down the hall from his sky office. It was marked with a symbol that she couldn’t read, but recognized it as Tibetan.
“It means ‘sanctuary’, that,” Ian explained as he showed her the door.
“A holy room?” she ventured.
He lightly shrugged, “In a manner of speaking… and only to me, at any rate.” He put his hand on the door and rested his weight against it. “When you arrived you were given an ID chit in your skin.”
She rubbed at the space between her thumb and index finger on her right hand. “I remember.”
“Touch this door,” he told her.
She was uncertain as to why he wanted this, but she obeyed. She reached out to touch the sanctuary door. Before her skin touched the wood however, a strange sensation coursed through the palm of her hand. She felt a sudden and stinging pain, as if she had been the victim of one of those novelty electric shock gags, but the pain fled almost as quickly as it had come, but a tingling sensation and an unpleasant one at that, remained.
“Ow!” she cried out.
“Ow?” he inquired, looking at her. “What did you feel?”
“What did I feel?” she asked, grasping her wrist and wriggling her fingers. “It felt like I got stung… even shocked,” she said a little irritably. She looked around the frame of the door, but saw no devices that could have delivered such a thing. “Is there a zap field around this door?”
He looked at her curiously… interestedly even. And were it not for the lingering sensation in her hand she would have been very intrigued by that. “Most people fall to their knees from the jolt that protects this door. You say it only stung? Is that all?”
“Isn’t that enough?” she asked, suddenly realizing that her temper had risen and felt the small burning in her hand replaced by icy fear across her whole body. She shook the feelings out of her. “I’m sorry, sir… I-I didn’t mean to lose my temper.”
“No, no, no,” he said quickly, “not at all… I’m just… impressed.”
She froze at that. “Impressed?”
He nodded. “For reasons that I can’t explain… not at present, but perhaps I might be able to at a later time.” He crossed his arms and turned his head to look at her sideways, like he had done the day of her interview; looking at her from a different angle. “I want you to schedule a dinner for two next week, Lanie… say next Friday night.”
She nodded, thankful to have her outburst put behind her for any reason at all. She removed her tablet from under her business jacket and began tapping away. “At what time shall I set it?”
“Say… 7 PM.”
“Very good, what would you like as your entrée?”
“Whatever you like.”
She paused and looked up curiously at him. “Whatever I like?”
“Yes,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be the one joining me.”
Her look of shock must have been plain because his grin endured. “Uh… I… I…”
“Anything you like,” he promised. “Wine… food… whatever is your pleasure, Lanie. I do believe that you may fulfill that little something extra that I mentioned the other day. We’ll discuss it at that time.” He looked back at the door. “Now, as for this…”
She listened closely, her tablet still held in her hands as if she had been frozen in place, her mind still boggled by having been invited to dinner – albeit in an offhanded kind of way – by the wealthiest man on the planet.
“I tend to slip inside this room at least once a day… sometimes more often, if I feel the need. That sting that you felt… it’s only the first of several countermeasures designed to keep out intruders. In the interests of full disclosure, you should be aware that the countermeasures only become more painful – even deadly – if one should press into this room uninvited. This room is reserved strictly for my private use. No one else is permitted inside, Mercy is aware of this and she keeps an eye on the place for me. Now, you’ll find that this is the most unusual part of your day.”
She shook her head, trying to realign her senses. “I don’t understand?”
“I didn’t expect that you would. But I’ll do my best to explain… the time that I spend in here is precious to me. While I am in here – and please mark this rule as inviolable – there are to be no interruptions. If the building is on fire and threatens to collapse around us, I do not wish to be bothered. If one of the projects in the labs has suddenly spawned some horrible monster that will devour the world, I do not wish to be bothered. No matter the reason, once I am in here, I will leave you to deal with any issues that may arise.”
She wanted to speak, bu
t somehow she knew that any words that escaped her mouth would only be incoherent stutters. It was better to remain silent, at least for the moment.
“While I am in here, you’re free to pursue any ambitions that you like,” he went on. “There’s no telling how long I may hide myself away in here. I may be in for a quarter hour… I may be in all day… there really is no telling. I will of course notify you when I emerge and then it’s back to business. But please remember, no disturbances, not while I am in here.”
All she could do was nod. “Yes… sir, uh… yes, Ian.”
He gave her an appreciative nod, “Very good.” He straightened his business jacket. “Well, come then. I still have much more to show you.”
Chapter 5
The next two weeks were over before she even had time to realize it. Ian had not been shortchanging her when he told her that things moved apace here. Her life had turned into something resembling the inner workings of a clock. Her day started at the same time and ended at a different time every other day. But the official end of her day only ever came when Ian decreed it so.
Twice now he had told her to cancel or reschedule his appointments by noon and advised her that the rest of the day was her own. Several times he’d had her working well past the point of midnight only to free her to sleep for four hours before summoning her again. She felt ragged at such times, having very little time to shower or to eat anything, but she managed to carry on until Ian slipped inside his sanctuary, providing her a chance to tend to her appearance.
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