Hey guys, thanks for waiting this long for an update. It's just that I have college applications, as well as, 5 (let's not forget TOK) IB classes to keep up with. I am basically a zombie in disguise right now -_- fr
I want to scream right now because I finished this part a month ago and i didn't save it and it got erased.
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It was the day of the presentation, and all Orion wanted to do was go get sick in the bathroom. He had worked very hard with the grant he received from NASA and today was the day he had to display that to the board. But as he looked toward the directors, all that came to his mind was how he should have bought sometime for himself by going to the ball. It was too late now, he couldn't run away like a headless chicken. Despite this, he was still nervous and sweating like a popsicle on the fourth of July (1).
Orion waited as all his audience filled in the room and took their seat. Himself included, there we're only six people in the room but his sweating armpits said otherwise. Unbeknownst to him there sat a curious woman on the balcony of the top floor just observing him. He would have noticed her had he not been too busy worrying about his pit stains.
He started off the presentation by clearing his throat. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen; my name is Orion Ashland and today I am going to be presenting to you the effects of carbon dioxide on the human lung. "
As he continued presenting, he gradually gained confidence which helped him make his words seem more concrete and powerful. This in turn was impressing the panel, and the girl who was now taking notes on a clipboard.
Before even making his final note on the significance of the t-test scores of the controlled lung cells and the carbon dioxide infused cells, the panel had decided to support him in the form furthermore. As part of the deal earlier, both parties had agreed that if Orion impressed the panel with concrete evidence, he will be granted an undisclosed amount of money for his education or anything he wanted. And now as he continued on enthusiastically, the panel realized his passion of finding something that will actually help people. Their observation was based on this fact that they wrote down an amount of money that Orion would never had even imagined acquiring for pursuing his passion.
“And this is why I believe that NASA and other companies, whose products emits such a large percent of the carbon in the atmosphere, should take better initiatives to reduce reduce emission levels.” After that Orion thanked the panel for supporting him mutually and financially. His words we're followed by a standing ovation from both the panel and the girl.
Surprised, Orion looked up to see the intruder. But he was only met with a smack on the head by the girl's clipboard. Everything started looking two-two.
The girl, Hera, stood there frozen. She just couldn't catch a break, just when she tried to subtly sneak back out on the presentation, she had dropped the clipboard of the guy's head. She was broken out of her reverie by a commotion and a distant growl by her best friend and boss, Adriel Havickson, who was one of the directors. Shit has just hit the ceiling.
She rushed down the stairs to go get ice, only to miss the last step and fall in front of the door. She just couldn't catch a break. Karma was getting her back for eating Adriel's donuts this morning.
Orion could faintly hear someone argue with one of the directors from the panel. "Adriel, he is hurt at least let me get him some ice" he heard an agitated soft voice by the door. The person, probably the one from the balcony, was being shield by the tall built of the directors.
"No, Hera, you have done enough. I told you to revise the plans, not sneak in to give him an amateur tattoo" the director replied.
" Oh please, what else can I do, burn him with this ice pack? Just please let me check on him" the soft voice replied.
" I said no, go back to the car." The director replied.
"Boy, if you don't get out of my face, you will be the next one getting a tattoo. You don't own me." the soft voice replied indignantly.
"I am your boss-"
"Not willingly, its because I'm broke"
"Go back the car, Hera"
"You better move before I kick you where the sun doesn't shine."
" That's enough Hera, I am your boss and I am telling you to go back to the car now!" the director shouted.
"Well, I quit and I am telling you to move before I alter the arrangement of your family jewels" the soft voice replied back coldly.
There was silence, Orion had to give it to the person, they had balls to be talking to the Adriel Havickson like that. The man was powerful, not only is he a huge sponsor of the sciences, he was also a ruthless businessman, despite being only 28 years old.
Orion's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of foot steps approaching. He looked up to see his amateur tattoo artist, only to have the oxygen knock out of his lungs.
The person approaching him was a girl, well a woman. She looked nothing like a girl, no, not with that structure. She was gorgeous, and beautiful, and...wow.
She had on a grey dress and one of those pointy shoes that make girls tall. He wasn't even complaining because it made her legs look even longer. Orion trailed his eyes along her body and up to her gorgeous face. If he thought Sohpia was pretty, well, this girl was breathtaking. She didn't have on makeup but as she approached him he took noticed of her beautiful nose, which wasn't too thin or pointy, and her beautiful almond shape eyes and full lips. Orion's mind didn't even register that she was black. All he could think was wow.
As he continued to observe her, he couldn't help but wonder why Havickson didn't want her coming near him. Is it because they are dating, probably, all the good ones are taken, just like Sophia. Orion put his head back down and couldn't help but think "here we go again."
Unbeknownst to him, Hera was thinking the same thing.
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