Tainted Skin, Tainted Sin

Chapter 1

Kyra Winters. Not a name well known to the outside world, but anyone who was part of the coding community knew her. She had made a name for herself at a young age proving she had what it took. She is the mastermind behind a lot of the technology used now and holds the position of Chief Creative Officer at the biggest coding facility in Ricortia: New Age Technology.

She was proud of her accomplishments but also modest. She didn't try to show them off and she didn't need to. Everyone there knew exactly who she was and what she was capable of. Most of the time she was busy doing her own projects and helping out the up-and-comers, but she did still have to manage and check in on her department occasionally, though they were really a self-ran department. She also had to give presentations on her latest project and sit in board meetings when required of her, but she loved her job.

Today was one of those days she had to present a new idea to a new client. Kyra walks into her office, her music blaring, nodding hello at her coworkers as she passes them, her arms full of paper diagrams and her tablet. She sets down the diagrams on her desk, already cluttered with papers she had to sort through for the department. She glances over to her computer that she needed to boot up, and makes her way towards it, dancing as she goes about turning it on. Luckily, despite the small design, her computer was quick and allowed for her to efficiently do her work without lag.

She pulls up her presentation on her computer and swipes up on the screen, pushing it up to the presentation room across the hall. She hums to her music as she grabs her things heading across the hall. Her presentation shows up on the glass walls of the presentation room like they needed to be, illuminating the room until she flips the lights on balancing out the lighting, She set the diagrams down again on the glass conference table and moves to the walls to organize what she needed to in order to fully do her presentation right, at least in her opinion. She pauses, checking the time before she actually begins the organization process, seeing she still has 20 minutes before she was set to present.

Plenty of time to reorganize things.

She moves around the room, utilizing only two of the glass walls so she could use the other two to hang her paper diagrams up. They were currently rolled up neatly on the conference table in the center of the room until she needed them. First, she needed to deal with the presentation on the glass walls.

Using her fingers, she gingerly moves things across the giant glass walls, in the order that would work best for her presentation. If she wanted something on the other wall she would just swipe over to the side and it would appear on that one for her to move around when she got to it. There was a lot of back and forth at first until she had what she wanted on both sides and set about organizing one side at a time. After she was satisfied with that, she moves and hangs her diagrams up using magnets specially made to hold on to the glass. She makes sure that as she unrolls them, that none of them are ripped or damaged, and they were displayed in an eye-catching way. She enjoyed the mixture of technology and paper to demonstrate her points, even though most stuck to solely technology.

Once she was done, she felt confident with where she placed things. She had been doing this for years now, and it never failed her before. She knew they would love the idea she had to pitch, even though they didn't understand her reasoning behind using both paper and technology, they would still get up and look at her diagrams and mess with her mini-project, that she brought as a demo, to see how it functioned and operated.

She pauses in her process of getting ready to walk back over to her office and grabs the ready-to-go cup of tea the intern would leave on the desk, like always, and finally pauses her music. She was ready to present. She composes herself and puts on a big smile, making sure she had her tea before making her way back over to the conference room. Watching and waiting as the new clients, along with her bosses, walk-in.