I walked inside the room where I would be speaking with the president. Surprisingly, wasn’t a real call; the president ‘wasn’t available’. Which makes no sense because he could teleport here within seconds. Also, if he was dressed poorly and didn’t want to fix up, I know for a fact that he has maidots, (robots who work as maids/workers) to give him all the clothes he needs.
I really don’t know what’s happening because this never happens. Never. They all want to show off their rich possessions in hopes that I’ll give them more. But whatever. I have to get back to my hologram call.
I waited at the desk for a few seconds before seeing a face appear. My eyes widened, and you don’t even know how much self-control it took to keep from gasping.
Shockingly, the man in front of me wasn’t a fifty-some year old man with evident signs of clindounte (much advanced version of plastic surgery), pleading eyes, and a stance, that if taken to the extreme, would be bowing at my feet.
Oh nay, nay. This was just something else. The boy my eyes were looking at can’t have been more than a few years older than me, probably just turned 18.
Well, Zaminga has no rules, so ideally, he could become president at any time.
The thing about the boy that really got to me, besides his age of course was the smirk. The good-for-nothing smirk that always hid secrets. Not that I want to judge. He probably would have been semi-good looking (okay I’m extremely understating: he would have been hot) had he not been dressed in that ugly smirk.
I hate everything with smirks. That wasn’t the case before, but, back on Earth, I learned that the hard way in high school. And no, it wasn’t cliché or anything. I KNOW that’s what you’re thinking but it wasn’t. I swear. I would love to go into details, but that’s a story for another time. I really need to get this done.
“Done staring yet?” a cocky voice interrupted my thoughts.
Oh how immature of him!? I wasn’t even staring! Although the dark brown tousled hair wasn’t helping my case. And he calls himself the president. I had a really good retort on the tip of my tongue, but then I realized that I had to be the bigger person.
“Sorry, I don’t deal with immature people,” I began confidently. “I have numerous other things to do, so please, hurry in whatever you have to say.” I ran my tongue over my teeth and discreetly rolled my eyes.
His smirk just deepened. “Well, Infiniti,” he emphasized. “I’m absolutely certain that you would want to hear this news.”
I crossed my arms ready to start this. Then, the more rational side of myself screamed at me to stop and start acting sensible.
“Please do share.” I said sweetly, smiling. I really had never dealt with this before.
The president exaggeratedly rolled his eyes and sighed just as melodramatic, as if my normal human behavior annoyed him.
“Well, whatever. The thing –”
“Whoa. She isn’t too hard on the eyes is she?” said a voice exactly like the president. I would have thought it was the president speaking, but his lips weren’t moving.
“Ventriloquist, are you?” I asked, confused.
He shrugged, turning to the side and saying, “Father, she can hear you.”
“Actually, he’s not the president of Anatoga. I am.” A proud voice, which I assumed to be the father spoke. A face filled the screen.
Three things happened at once.
I recognized the name Anatoga because whenever someone put up a video of me in an interview or competition, several rude Anatogans would respond with nothing but hate remarks. I mean, obviously people hated me, but Anatogans obviously hated me a lot.
Also, the face that now occupied the screen was a fifty some year old man with after effects of clindounte. There were very few people who could notice the subsequent results of clindounte, but because I often saw clindounted people, and because of my hyper senses, I learned to tell the difference.
Finally, those icy blue eyes the president had were slightly scary. Again, I don’t want to be judgmental, but the sharp, calculating eyes were starting to creep me out.
“Hi, sir.” I politely said.
“Hello, Infiniti,” he began. “I wanted to give my son the experience of being the president for a little while.”
“Oh, I thought he was being quite rude, and you can play this trick on other people with more time on their hands.” I replied not amused.
The real president’s face changed. A smug grin appeared on his face and he said, “I’m sure you’re really going to want to hear this. I found an E.C. for you. An E.C. is an equal challenger; someone who has equal or even more potential then you do to get the highest I.Q.”
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I have a few favors from all of you guys.... Who do you think should play the cast? I have absolutely no idea. You could give me a few options and I guess that's what we could do. Oh and I need a new cover! I googled futuristic wallpapers and that's the picture I found. And then a picture of infinity and then the title Infiniti. That's pretty much all, but I don't really like the title. :( So please make a cover for Infiniti if you can, I'll pay you back in Wattpad money a.k.a votes, reads, comments, etc. So... Don't forget to vote comment and follow. Love you all minions!
Love,
Aditi ^_^
