Curiosity killed the Cat

4. The unexpected call

This elevator ride was taking forever to get us to the 29th floor. It had been 30 seconds since that brief chat that had occurred between myself and Ford's PA. Her last words to me were ringing in my head. You'll about to find out. I had to admit, the sentence had sent chills right down my spine. This thing was happening. There was no backing away now. So, I took a deep breath and wished that everything would go according to the plan.

In that moment, the elevator stopped at our floor. We got out, directly heading trough the glass doors and into what seemed like a huge waiting room. Like the other parts of this building, this floor didn't disappoint either. Mixture of white and silver colors, beautiful paintings were a few things that caught my eye, but I didn't have time to look around, because I had to be in the tow with Miss Simmons whose two steps were mine four.

The last door at the end of the room, on both its sides, had a security system with a keyboard of numbers that demanded a password input. However, the assistant opened a small pad below, that showed a fingerprint mark of a thumb. She pressed her thumb on the screen which automatically, on the other side of the door on a different pad, had shown the PA's identification. The whole building was covered with high tech support so I was not at all surprised to see this kind of entrance. The beeping sound and the green light let us know that we were good to go.

Inside was a specious office with a beautiful view of the city. The office was filled with dozen of medium cubicles formed with newest tech gadgets. Our presence wasn't noticed by the bunch of busy people who were furiously typing on their computers, writing reports making phone calls. This room had to be of a great importance, if it had a strict security protocol.

"This is the financial department." Simmons answered my unspoken question.

Figures. The finance nerds were held up locked like mice. They were the precious source of roots of the company. The peeks and lows of success were monitored and archived in this very own room. This could be a good start for my research.

We passed the busy area, to be found in front of another large entrance. Getting in, again I was impressed with the interior decor of the office, in this case, conference room. Large meeting table with 24 seats ( yes, I counted), leather white furniture near the windows and a huge projector screen in the middle.

I fell out of place in this room, not knowing where to stand or where to sit. So,casually how I could, I started walking slowly towards the middle of the U-shaped table. The projector screen was showing the play of colors in 3D version, the graceful dance of the colored patterns, grabbing my attention.

"Wait here. I would be right back with the CFO." The assistant spoke behind me, leaving not waiting for the response.

"So, I guess I would be working with finance nerds. Score!"

Sarcastic or not, it was a score. Yes, it would be hard fitting in the system they had created for themselves, even harder prying for my report material because every info would be code protected, not easy breaking. But not to forget, I was a geek myself, so that advantage could be very useful in my communication with other geeks. Also, I was a female, and judging by my observation 10 minutes earlier, this department is crowded with male population. Some of them wouldn't care to trow a look at me, married and gay men, some didn't know how to interact with the oposite sex and would probably avoid me at any cost. 

Manipulation was
not my forte, but intimidating them with my feminine skills to spill their guts for me was a win-win situation. Cuz maybeeee.....I was a looker. A walking sex goddess.

You're kidding me right? You haven't had any in months and now you
sound like a slut. A very cheap one.