Celebrities, Coders, and Chefs

Chapter 2

"Keeping making trouble until you find what you love." ~ Twin Skeletons (Hotel in NYC), Fall Out Boy
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Evelyn's POV:

"A new statement released from Maverick Corporations estimates that their net value is now worth..."

I groan as I slam my hand on the blaring radio alarm clock, effectively silencing it.

I just can't seem to escape the facade that is my life.

Getting dressed is a blur, like it usually is. I am barely awake as I leave my small New York City flat.

I grab a coffee at the nearest Starbucks. The judgmental women that work at the establishment are always sure to comment on the way I am dressed, behind my back of course. And also purposely spell my name wrong.

But mum didn't raise me to be no bïtch. Actually, I take that back. She did raise me to be a bïtch. I mean, I was practically groomed to be the real life and British version of Regina George.

But it didn't turn out that way, much to my mum's dismay.

I'm too nice.

And much too smart.

That how I ended up here: Gideon Incorporated.

I single-handily created the most efficient algorithm to preserve internet security while I was beginning to work for this company. Now, thanks to me, other companies bow down to Gideon Inc. and buy the software off of us for a price. My friend Annie in finance says that I doubled the companies net worth.

Not that I'm bragging or anything.

I swipe my magnetic keycard to enter the building and I bid a mildly cheerful "Good Morning" to the security guard behind the front desk. I walk through the security gates and then I ride the elevator to the 18th floor, A.K.A paradise.

It is all decked out with high-tech security equipment that would make nerds shít themselves in glee.

I walk to my cubicle and happily plop down on the Iron Throne: the comfiest and squishiest office chair on the floor. I may or may not have had to blackmail a few of my coworkers to gain control of this coveted item.

It was so worth it, trust me.

I pull my heavy laptop out of my bag and as it is starting up, I lazily throw my faux long black hair up into a messy bun.

I yawn, which prompts me to sip more of my warm caffeinated beverage.

"Why the flying fûck do you always drink Starbucks?" I hear the semi-pubescent voice of one of my fellow nerds behind me and I spin in my chair to greet him.

"Hello peasant. I don't have time for your bullshít this early in the day." I respond with a wave of my hand meant to dismiss him. Ned snorts, pushes his thick-rimmed glasses up his nose, and walks away. Don't worry, he knows I'm only joking.

At least, I think he knows I'm kidding.

God, it's too early to care about other people's feelings.

I yawn again and I sip my coffee periodically as my laptop opens up to the program I need. Ned and I always get to work a little earlier to begin maintenance on the system for our own company before we begin to analyze the networks in other companies.