Cosima's P.O.V
"Seriously Scottie, what's the big whoop about the new CEO?" I say to Scott whilst leaning on a counter, watching him hustle around the lab. "First of all, she's French." He groans out, finally sitting down satisfied with his efforts. The place has never looked so tidy, you'd think a big company like Dyad would have higher expectations. "Your point?" I ask, he swings around in his chair to eye me down. "French people are scary Cosima, and bossy. Strict. You saw this place before I went on a spree, she would've sacked us just for that." I roll my eyes at him but can't help to laugh. "I'm sure she's really not that bad. Plus, bossy girls are hot." Scott looks at me shocked, like it's the first time I've expressed my sexuality even slightly.
He quickly stands up, fixing his coat and collecting himself with a straight face. It was at this point, it kind of occurred to me I should turn around. "Oh my." She was definitely French, and my statement remains. Hot. "I can assure you, most bossy girls are uptight and annoying. Where as me, well I'd say I make sense. Read in the lines and we won't have any issues." She says as she paces up to me slowly, she stops right in front of me. Her accent, I was truly lost in it. Hers was such an attractive mix of French and English. "Let's start with that." She says, tugging at the sleeve of my red coat. That of which, was not Dyads coat. Specifically made for Scientists in mine and Scotties field of expertise.
"As you wish." I reply, giving her one last look up and down to get a feel before walking over to the chair that my coat was hanging on. "I've got one question though, if you don't mind." I say, slipping each of my arms into my coat. "I suppose, go on." She says, running her fingers lightly over one of the counters. "What do we call you." She chuckles, whilst gesturing me to come over. "Call me, Dr Cormier." She says, pausing to get closer to me. "Maybe someday, Delphine." I'm sure if I were speaking right now, I would've choked. The way she slurred her own name with a thicker French accent, she had to know what she was doing.
"Nice, unique. I'm sure you already know, but I'm Cosima Niehaus and this is my assistant, Scott Norman." I say, trying to sound as confident and unfazed as possible. "Mmh, I was aware. Well anyways, I'm sure we will all get along just fine. Routine inspections every second Sunday, all research comes through me first and last. Your work here has proven, special to me." She says, scanning the room one last time before letting the door close behind her gracefully. I let out a big breath I didn't even know I was holding in. "Holy shit Cosima, she's got it in for you and she's known you for barely five minutes."
I lift myself up onto one of the counters to sit with a little jump, cons of being relatively short. "What can I say Scottie, our gay-dars scanned eachother like no other." I say, and Scott laughs just a little until it turns into a fit of laughter for the both of us.
Sarah's P.O.V
"You can't be serious Beth!" I half yell through the phone, this was the most outrages thing to hear Beth say. And that says a lot coming from a pair of genetic identicals. "I'm deadly serious Sarah, I want you to meet Cosima and Alison." Beth says, gradually becoming quieter at the end. "Beth, I seriously cant stress this enough. I'm super excited, but I might be late due to-" Beth hurriedly shushed me. "Sarah, personal life remember." I roll my eyes at her statement, but of course I never would have if she was here. "I don't see the big deal Beth. I trust you to let you in on mere details." I say, only to hear Beth take a deep breath in. "Sarah, they aren't going to be happy with me. But there's three things I need you to write down, and fast."
She's says, sounding frantic. I was about to ask what the hell she was talking about, but with Beth it was best not to ask many questions. I quickly scatter around my desk looking for a piece of paper and a pen, but I was left with nothing. "Beth, I'm going to pop you on speaker and write it in my notes." She chuckles, but not happily. Sadly. "That's fine too Sarah, you ready sestra?" I frown to myself, she never calls me her sister. Ever. "Yea, shoot." I answer back reluctantly. "Dyad, Brightborn and Top Side. Dyad spelt d-y-a-d. You got that? You can't forget those names alright Sarah?" She finishes, I swallow down the gulp in my throat. "Beth, your stressing me out. What's this really about?"
