Benjamin was puzzled too. Did MedHill hold that type of reputation to admit an A-list CEO, or was it a distance thing? Sy Claire's was as equally far away as Med Hill, on either side of town. Maybe it was traffic? But Benjamin was unsatisfied. He suspected something else in play.Amber made another high-speed turn, shaking the entirety of the cabin, Benjamin in the passenger side, and Nicole in the rear-facing seats. On the third turn, Nicole had started banging her head on the A-pillars. [Warning: Incoming Notification from Driver's Skill] [Warning: Incoming notification from Driver's skill] [Warning: Incoming Notification From Driver's skill] "What the hell is all this?" Benjamin muttered to himself. "Allow me to explain, Sir." Started PAYTON. "It would seem that the system is trying to relay a message to you, the host, but the message is locked upon the activation of the target skill" it explained. "The skill in question this time looks to be [Driver's POV]" "Alright. Activat
"You've already condemned me." "Don't be so sure" started Benjamin. "Because the worst thing to do right now would be to condemn yourself first." She looked at the faces of the serious Benjamin and Amber. "Well?" asked Amber.'I - I did see the letter, from Ms Amber to Mr Kirkland" she confirmed. Amber crossed her arms. "Go on" she instructed Nicole. "It was sent up to the secretary's office by one of our mail attendants, along with our usual mail. I' didn't think much of it when I sat the name, only that it was a little different from our usual addressees." explained Nicole. "What do you mean? How different?" asked Amber. "Well, it was the first time I had seen such a feminine name in Mr Kirkland's list, although, he did have his fair share of admirers too.." "Wait...Are you saying that it was my name on the mail?" asked Amber. Benjamin cast a small glance in her direction, wondering about the sudden outburst. "But yes, it was written 'From Amber Stone' on the envelope," sai
"And what did you find out?" asked Amber. "That it was such an unimpressive company at the time. It hadn't even gone public and had no records of any employees whatsoever. The only way I found out about it was by using the CAC register. I wondered why Mr Kirkland was interested in such a low-level company" replied Nicole candidly. "Hey, watch it" warned Benjamin. "But you did find out about me and Benjamin, didn't you?" led Amber. "How did that come about?" "There was a record of a sale of the Obsidian towers to Ivy Corp, and the representatives present there were from Ivy Corp. Listed as Benjamin Black and Amber Stone" she replied. Amber scoffed. "I thought the entire point of the auctions was to preserve the privacy of the clients. Now everybody knows what we bought and for how much?" asked Amber. "Not everybody" started Nicole. "Mr Kirkland belongs to a small group, where clearances of information like that is a small prerogative, easily available whenever" Benjamin Rose fr
"Of course, I'm talking about your salary. You are going to come work with us, Ms Nicole. Where I will be barking orders at you all day, and have you doing the work of 4 other people, along with talking a salary significantly under the range of your position. What do you say? Sounds like a damn good deal to me" smiled Benjamin. Nicole blinked in small rapid sputters. "You're serious?" she asked. Benjamin cocked his head to the side and relaxed it on his chin. "Of course. I don't take the matter of underpaying people so casually. I'm on the forever hunt for easy, cheap labour, you know" he smiled. "No, I mean, you-" "Yes, of course there will be much abuse from me and even more from Amber. But I suspect it would mostly be mental abuse and the resulting stress from working in an understaffed organisation." Nicole paused and then rapped her fingers on her thighs. "And that's it? That's all I have to do?" she asked quietly. Benjamin raised his eyebrows. Why can't she just take the e
"Well, at least, she deserves it this time, doesn't she? We could've been in jail. But instead, we offered her a job. I think we're on the moral high ground this time.""I, just don't know how Kirkland's going to feel when he realizes we poached one of his employees" answered Amber. "You said it yourself, right? There are thousands of secretaries to fill positions like that. And a big company like MoonShot has the capital and capabilities to employ several of them. It's not like we took one of his lead engineers on a secret project or something" said Benjamin. "That's not...exactly what I was worried about" replied Amber. "I know she didn't really admit it directly, but--" "The fact that he was fucking her, right?" She tapped Benjamin lightly on the shoulder. "Don't be so crude, Benjamin!" "What? It's a cliche as old as time. The boss, and his secretary " started Benjamin, but stopped to consider himself, and then gazed at Amber, who turned her face from him, blushing from embarr
"You know what, forget it. You clearly don't know the intricacies of feminine nature." For a few seconds, it didn't respond. "I hope you will not take this the worst way, Master, considering that I am a program and mean you no offence, but is it truly valid that you would be in a better position to comprehend these intricacies you speak of? Your last relationship ended because you could not realize what was truly in Claire's heart." "What the fuck?!" Amber returned from the phone call. "I was able to get through to him, but he says you never once mentioned anything about an extra case file. But he was mostly just concerned about not working overtime today of all days" Benjamin forced a smile. "Is that so? That does sound exactly like Johnny." "I also walked this through your office. No files are sitting on the desk. Seems like you cleared them all already" finished Amber. "Oh, Gee. I must have. I think I'm confused with the days or something. I'm just-" "Worried about Kirkland?
“They’re moving Mrs Ivy Wallouby into different quarters, “ said Amber. Benjamin stared melancholically as they wheeled his little sister out of one of the VIP wards.“Where are they taking her?” he asked Amber solemnly. “To the West Wing. The blocks directly facing the parking lot: she replied quickly.“What’s wrong with her room here? Is the equipment not working properly?”“It has nothing to do with that, and they’re working file by the way. I just want her to have my undivided attention, for when we begin.”“Begin?”“The trials, silly” Amber reproached him. “You know? The whole reason we’re doing this in the first place?”He folded his arms behind his back. “You sure do move fast. We haven’t even finished processing all the share payments from the board” remarked Benjamin.Amber sighed. “Well, I understand Johnny is going as fast as he can. However fast that is, for someone that studied economics.” She slighted. “Anyways, while we wait for that, whenever he finishes, I have alre
Benjamin couldn’t help but whistle.“What is this place?” he asked Amber.“One of our presidential wards. There are only two in MedHill Hospital,” she answered.“I’ll bet. So this is where all the hospital funding goes.”“Oh come off it”They had stepped through the door and were approaching the lounge area by the centre console. At the base of the king-size bed, Mr Kirkland, CEO of MoonShot Inc, lazily handled the remote to the 75-inch flat screen.His eyes fluttered a bit at the sensations of new movement in his room, but they remained dull and fixed on the TV in front of him. But unmistakably, he was awake. Amber quickened her pace.“Kirkland” she called out. Benjamon slinked behind her, waiting to observe their interaction.“Kirkland” Amber called out again. This time, his eyes moved slowly to the right. They lit up, following Amber as she moved from the foot of his bed, to the IV stand behind the bedframe.“You’re awake.” She remarked. He shrugged.“Yeah, apparently.”Amber glanc