With All My Spark → Transformers

Work

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Washington DC had seen much change in the past year and a half, as well as the majority of the other states in America. It was almost impossible to turn a street corner and not see an energon detector. In February of 2010, the president had issued an immediate proclamation that called for the installation of these machines across the nation; it took effect almost instantly. Not long after that, multiple countries across the globe began installing them as well.

The purpose of the machines were to forewarn the government of the presence of any Cybertronian being, aside from the twelve residing Autobots, fourteen if you wanted to include Wheelie and Brains. With the machines, they could easily detect the mechanical beings and stop them before they could do any harm to mankind. Though they haven't been set off in the past year or so, they were still incredibly convenient. I just wished they weren't such an eyesore.

After one last turn, I finally pulled up to Hotchkiss Gould Investments and parked my car across the street. The building itself was magnificent. It was an enormous, single white building. Just the building alone consisted of about fifteen garages, obviously to accommodate his vast collection of worldly vehicles. The inside of the structure was just as beautiful as the outside though. The interior was decorated solely in white, and normally I would have thought that so much white was a bad thing, but I had truthfully never seen a building so intricately designed. The white may have been everywhere, but it didn't clash at all; his abundance of technological devices and pictures always gave the building just the right amount of color. The many windows in the building also allowed the sunlight to come through, making the structure very open and relaxing.

I walked up the small set of steps and pulled the entrance door open before walking inside, my heels clicking across lustrous tile floor.

"Good morning, Azalea," Stephanie, one of Dylan's administrative assistants greeted me.

I smiled at her. "Good morning, Steph."

I continued walking down the hall for a good while until I finally came to the office that Carly and I shared. Most people would object to sharing a business office with someone, but I didn't mind it at all. Carly and I got along too well and I personally preferred sharing an office. Being alone probably would have become boring.

I pushed the office door open and walked in. Our office was fairly large. It was one of the biggest in the building, but it was definitely not bigger than Dylan's, of course. Just like the rest of the building, our office was entirely white; both of our desks sat opposite of one another but we weren't so far apart that we could hear each other speak and that was a good thing.

Carly smiled as soon as she saw me. She got up from her seat and ran over to hug me. This girl made me incredibly jealous. She was the perfect human being, in my opinion at least. She was dressed in a tight black dress with white pumps, her dirty blonde hair was in waves over her shoulder and the makeup she wore made her bright blue eyes even brighter than normal. She was so beautiful it pissed me off.

"How are you?" she asked in her peppy British accent.

I laughed and pulled away. "I'm doing fine. How about yourself?"

"I'm fantastic, I believe."

I walked over to my desk and laid my stuff down before sitting down in front of my computer, pressing the button that turned the contraption on. Before long the familiar blue screen lit up in front of my face. I turned back to Carly who was now sitting on the edge of my desk.

"How's Sam doing?" I inquired curiously.

I hadn't talked to Sam in two days. He had been so busy with job interviews that we didn't really get to talk much. It wasn't like us to not talk, but I understood the need for it. I was truly hoping he found a job soon though. It would take the stress off of him and also off of me and Carly.