My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

The plan

I checked online when the customer reception is. It said if I have any questions or problems I shall make an appointment which I can get in 1-2 weeks. Yeah, fuck that. I don't have that much time, it was urgent!

Time was running, it was only 7:23 am and they won't be working till 9:30 am. That's just great. However, I had to leave with Miles and be away from my father. He can't turn him off from a distance. I have to search for a name. I needed to know who I'm even about to talk to. Who's the person who creates these humanoids?

We were in the car, but I was way too nervous to drive. I asked Miles to go to the mall-it was already open, and we could hang there for a while. And perhaps, grab something to eat too. My stomach was raging from emptiness. And I could use some caffeine as well.

"Do you even know the name of your creator? I never ever heard about him before."

"Since you haven't been interested in humanoids."

"Well, I'm still not. You're the only one..."

I saw him smiling. It was cute. This man managed to open something inside me. I wasn't worried to show how I feel. I didn't feel tension anymore. And this is what my parents wanted to take away...

"I actually didn't know their name. We never meet him or her. Once we're done, we're out."

"What do you mean by or her? I doubt a woman is capable of making robots at all."

Miles frowned and poked my side.

"Hush. You should never underestimate women. They're pretty smart and creative. Just because you have something hanging between your legs doesn't make you the smarter gender."

He scoffed and I growled slightly. Fine, I'm not some misogynist idiot anyway.

"Oh shut up, you make me feel bad."

"Good. You have to think twice before saying silly things."

I was finally eating. Just some fresh fries and a tuna wrap, but still. I decided to skip the coffee-my belly would hurt more than it already did.

"I wish you could eat too. It's cool, all these tastes and such. You're missing out, I swear."

"Will, I'm missing out a lot more than eating. But since I don't have real emotions, I can't feel sad about it."

Smartass... but yeah. While sipping my tea, I was thinking. How to approach the CEO? Or...herself...

What if they really won't let me meet them? I must! I have a plan, but for that, I need to know what to say-and it's giving me fucking anxiety.

"...the internet only said their surname is Santos. But it sounds more like the janitor. I mean, isn't it like Mexican or something?"

Miles knocked my head gently, but firmly.

"What now?!"

"You're assuming too much and you're being racist. Just because someone isn't American doesn't mean they can't be successful. Please get off your high horse."

"Mmm..!"

Him constantly fixing me was kind of a turn on by now, because he was doing it for me to be a better person. Soon I was done eating. It was time to go to the company and frankly? I needed to appear to be ready. I had to feel confident. Who knows what kind of person I'll have to face.

Once we were there, I needed to talk to the lady at the reception. She was my mother's age. I could tell it was still early, and she didn't really like me bothering her the very moment she just placed her ass down. But I got no time.