"Hey, Dr. Granz? I have a question, it's very important. You see, it's about the-"
"Verona, give me a moment, will you? I'm kind of busy right now," I said, waving her away with my hand.
"Yeah, right. You're busy scrolling through Facebook. I can see your computer, you know that, right?" Verona, one of my three main assistants at my lab-I work for AstraZenica-said with a disaproving look on her face.
"What I do during work hours is none of your concern, Verona. Now," I said, turing to face her properly. "what is your question?"
"It's about the new immunotherapy you've been working on. Is it ready for testing? Or does it need another week or so?"
I studied Verona for a moment. She was a short, squat woman with plump features. She had a pair of silver cat-eye glasses, and a perfect bun held together by two chopsticks.
"Give it two more days, then it will be... perfect," I said, smiling at my subordinate.
"Yes, Dr. Granz."
She walked off then, her black pumps clicking on the tiles as she left my office.
I looked at the picture tucked into the corner of my monitor. It was me, during one of my finest moments. I was in full drag, my beautiful pink Dolly Parton-esque wig perfectly balanced on my head, my purple glitter eyeshadow on point, and my gown, oh that was my favorite gown! It was silver, and looked like it was made of melted metal. It was liquid.
I looked at the clock. Five twenty-five on the dot. I would be getting off in about five minutes. i gathered my things. Wallet in bag, check; keys cliped to bag, check; glasses on my face, of course; waterbottle, always. I never left anywhere without my custom pink galaxy Hydro Flask.
Five thirty. I unclipped my keys and walked out of my office, stopping only to lock my door. I walked out to my car, a beuatiful vintage Mustang, white, of course.
I started my car, pausing to hear the engine purr. I turned up the radio, and listened long and hard to my funky electro-pop beats.
"Oh, Nnoitra, you better be ready for me when I get home!"
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Dance with my Heart
FanfictionThe stage, the lights, the beauty! Szayelaporro Granz is a pharmaceutical researcher by day, but by night, he's out on the town as a Dancing Queen, one of many drag queens that work the night shifts at Las Noches Bar and Grill. He's also the most fa...
