"You should go talk to him," I tell Opal, "You're the only one who didn't try to rip his head off."
We are sitting in a conference room. I'm with my sisters. On the stage is the President of the District. President Tailor. President Tailor is an old looking man, probably twice the age of his first Lady. He has a very stern looking face as he shouts out "Welcome Ambassadors" over a loudspeaker. First Lady Anastasia is standing at his side...the devoted wife. I wonder what he would think if he knew his devoted wife was actually a double agent planted by my grandmother.
Opal looks decent but my other sisters are barbarians like I assumed they would be. The more I look at them the more I realize that we need to this Hacker guy. If my Grandmother felt like the Hacker could help take us out of the stone age then this was definitely something that I had to do.
"He's fucking beautiful," Opal explains, "I can't talk to men...especially not one that looks like that."
I roll my eyes. Opal is the supposed to be the one that we had that was closest to civilized and even she was terrified of a beautiful man.
"Opal he just has an XX gene and not XY. That's the only difference between you two."
We both look back over at Shaddius. Shaddius is sitting with Karington, Rahmell and Quincy. The four of them must really be good friends. Hell it's like the march of perfect looking men or something. Karington, Rahmell and Shaddius have to be the most attractive looking men I'd ever seen in my life. Quincy was attractive as well even though he looked a little young. Opal and I are staring at him from across the room.
"Well you're a man. You are used to talking to handsome guys. Look at Rahmell. Why can't you do it?"
"Cause you see that black eye. I gave it to him," I tell her.
"Fuck..."
"Just do it Opal. You're our last hope. Just see if he's open to make a trade."
"Trade for what? Gator skin? We don't have anything..."
"We'll figure that part out. Just see if he's open for a private meeting in one of the conference rooms."
Opal nods. President Tailor's opening speech goes on longer than I expect. He's a cocky man who is clearly into himself. I watch him surrounded by all his diplomats and you would think this man felt like he was the second coming of Jesus. By the time his speech was done people were kissing his fucking rings. I roll my eyes realizing how cocky he is. The District people were all the same. They all felt like they were fucking Kings and Queens because of how many men they had running around the Convention. The fact that the convention was even being hosted in the District was a sign of who the real power was.
I look over at Rahmell. He's just one of the District men being paraded around as a 'host'. I was smart enough to know that they were parading these fertile men around just to show people how much power they had. Fertility was next to godliness and President Tailor by the way Tailor spoke for hours about nothing at all it was clear he had a god complex.
"That was interesting," I tap Rahmell on the shoulder after the speech.
Rahmell doesn't seem really excited to see me. There are a lot of people talking in the conference room. Ambassadors from everywhere were getting together all of a sudden. They were striking up deals or what not making sure that they were trading fertile men or weapons or technology. Instead of doing all that...here was I looking at Rahmell.
Rahmell looks over at Quincy and Karington who are standing next to him, "Hey I'll meet you guys later on ok?"
Quincy and Karington stare at me. They don't seem to trust me. I swear they are looking at me like they are scared for Rahmell like I was going to go crazy again and try to carve off his face or something like that.
