Samantha opens the door and enters the office first.
"Mister Claude has arrived," she announces like we're in a palace, then she gestures for me to come in as well. There are two men in the office waiting for me, both wearing full suits just like me. Thank goodness, I'm well dressed, "I'll be right outside if you need me.""Stay with us, Sammy," Charlie stops her with a casual tone and stands up to walk toward me. Imposing and just as tall as me, Charlie Lambert is a healthy man and he looks much, much younger than fifty two. He comes over to greet me with a hug, as if I'm as important as he is, even though just a couple of days ago I was a literal nobody, "It's a pleasure to meet the man behind the best idea I've heard in years.""Oh, that's very kind, Sir. Thank you for this opportunity," I reply and pat his back gently as he hugs me again."This is my son, Cain," he says once he releases me and a near perfect copy of Charlie Lambert approaches us, greeting me just as effusively as his father, "Cain is the Chief Operating Officer, so you'll be working side by side with him for a long time.""It's so nice to finally meet you, man," Cain greets me with a big welcoming smile. As soon as I make eye contact with him, I know he's incredibly important in my life, almost as important as Sam. Or maybe more. He'll be my friend... my best friend. My brother. I can't help the real smile that comes to my lips, "Sit down, let’s talk... how are you, Sammy?"Sam swallows as Cain turns his attention to her and she replies that she's fine in a shaky little voice that sounds even more nervous than when she first met me."I'll order breakfast for everyone," Sam announces, trying to get rid of the attention Cain is giving her and then grabs her phone, "What would you like, Beau?""Anything, as long as there's coffee," I say. Sam nods and turns her attention back to her phone to place the order, without asking for Cain and Charlie's orders as if she knows them by heart."How's Chicago treating you? Did you enjoy your first night in the city?" Charlie asks me, sitting down at the long table by the window and making us all follow him without saying a word. I want to be as imposing as him one day, it's the only thing I want."Yes, although all I've done is sleep… by the way, the house you're letting me stay at is great, Mister Lambert, but it's way too big for me. I'd be happy in an apartment.""Nonsense, I want you to be as comfortable as possible," he says, looking relaxed. He’s cool and calm and way less scary than I imagined. He even looks like just a regular man, even though he is worth billions, "Make yourself at home."It will actually be my home soon."Thank you," I repeat, meeting Sam's warm gaze, which immediately makes me feel better."Now, let’s get to business. I really need to know," Cain speaks, leaning with his elbows on his knees to move closer to me, invading Sam's space in the process, though I don't think she hates that, "How did you come up with the ring idea?""I didn't really know if it was possible or not, so I had been sitting on the idea for a while without daring to mention it," I start with my practiced lie, trying not to shake under everyone's attention, "One day I was thinking about how we specialize in building and home security, but there isn't something that ensures personal safety, so I thought of a simple way for each client to buy something that connects them to someone on our team in times of danger and tracks them immediately. That way we're making their lives easier, improving our image and…""And securing millions of sales from those who are already our customers," Charlie finishes, nodding as if fascinated, "It's so simple... there are apps that work the same way, but it's still innovative. A new device and a new service that may change everything. It's never been done before, not like this.”"I think that in a moment of danger it's much easier to press a button on your ring than to grab your phone and open an app. It's mere seconds that can save lives," I continue, making Charlie smile as if he loves my words. And I imagine he does because they are literally the same words he said in his interview, in the future I destroyed with my decision."What do you think, Sammy? Would you buy a security ring? Would you feel safer with it?”"Of course I would. As a woman, I'd feel incredibly safe with one... And if it's reasonably priced, I'd make sure my family and acquaintances have one, too," she answers easily, making Charlie nod and think silently for a few seconds."We need to work on a prototype as soon as possible to present to the board and investors," Cain lets out, sounding excited, but he stops himself when someone carrying containers of food approaches us. He immediately gets up to help her and Sam bites her lip to hide a smile, "Thanks, Monica... uhm, we also need to get the marketing team together now. We'll have to invest in a lot more advertising than usual, but I think it will be worth it.""Your brain moves too fast, son. Worry about logistics and prototyping first," Charlie says, grabbing his container. Sam hands me a chicken sandwich and a large coffee, I thank her with a smile, "Bernabeu, I imagine you know what to expect. The board will want to hear more about this invention from your own lips. You'll have interviews and events at my side for a long time... are you ready?""I think so," I nod, trying to contain my excitement. Charlie gives me a smile before he starts eating his fruit salad with yogurt, "And... you can call me Beau,Sir."For almost five full hours we talk about everything related to 'my idea', from different ways to get to the prototype and different operational options, to how we would need more jobs and how that will lift the company even more.And they're right, job growth is what took Lambert to the sky when Charlie originally put this idea into motion."Come on, I'll show you your office," Sam says as we finish the meeting. I say goodbye to Charlie, but Cain joins us before I can say anything to him."I'll come down with you... my office is on the same floor," he mentions with that easy smile he's had all day, "It's great isn't it, Beau? It's been a long time since I've been this excited to work on something, I have a good feeling.”"Yeah, it’s really cool," I reply when the three of us get into the elevator. And it's true, but I'm much more excited about getting to know these two, "We'll be working together for a long time, won't we? How about we go out for a drink and get to know each other better? Sam, you too.""Yes!" Cain replies, hitting my arm with his hand as a sign of friendship, I guess, "There's a bar I like, it's called Janeiro. Let's go there today.""I-I'm not sure that I..." Sam tries to back off, but I won’t let her."Come on, don't leave us alone," I push and her cheeks turn red, "Or do you dislike Cain? You can be honest.""Of course it's not that," she answers immediately, giving me a laser look that tells me to shut my mouth, "It's just th—“"If you say no, I'll assume you hate me," Cain interrupts her, trying not to smile, which seems like a challenge to him. Sam lets out a snort and finally nods, "Perfect. Ah, shit... Pinky wanted to go out with me today. I'll invite him, too. He's cool."He doesn't ask us, he just pulls out his cell phone and calls 'Pinky' to offer him an invitation to Janeiro with us.Something after that call leaves me feeling strange inside, but I don't give myself permission to inspect what it is about. I focus on reality and manage to ignore whatever disaster may be going on in the background of my mind.Something very big is changing in this future, but I don't want to see what it is.Not yet.My new office is a huge change from the old cubicle I used to have in Toronto. But to be fair, everything in this building is different from the one in Toronto. Better, newer, fancier. I like it. And I have no idea what my new duties will be, but I won’t bother to ask. It's not like I actually want to work anyway. I just want to be a lying parasite, collect my checks and have some fun. I have a big computer I can fool around on while pretending I'm doing something and a chair that spins around. I'm happy with that, that's all I need. Plus, my new best friend is only a hallway away and I can see him through the glass walls. This life couldn't be better. I've only known Cain for a few hours, but I can already see why he will be so important in my life. Always happy and pleasant, he's easy to like and love. And Sam just makes me feel better with her mere presence, she's my confidant and therapist when I'm feeling troubled, she’s my girl, my rock. I've always had decent friends, but
{ Pinky }I hate waiting while I'm alone in a public place and even more so if I'm waiting for Cain because no matter how many times we see each other in public, he's always late. And I'm always too early, but that's something I can't help. I also can't help noticing everyone's eyes on me, especially the eyes of that rude man who sat across from me just to judge me. As soon as he sat down, he gave me a one-second look and his face contorted as if he had never seen anything so disgusting in his life. Very obvious and evident. His fists on the table clenched as if he wanted to smash them into my face and he tried to look away so as to not be obvious, but he didn't succeed. Now my guard is on high alert and I'm ready for anything he might try to do to me.I know I attract attention wherever I go, I'm not stupid. My hair makes me stand out from others and I usually like that, but not when I'm alone in a bar full of men who might commit a hate crime against me just because of the color
After I finish my nachos, I order a third strawberry daiquiri. Beau orders another dark beer at the same time, trying to smear his masculinity in my face, but no one else notices that. Samantha and Cain are too busy chatting about something in hushed tones. "How long will you reside here?" I ask just to avoid being in awkward silence. Beau turns to look at me with surprised eyes, as if he didn't expect to hear my voice at all. God, what an asshole. We're at a table together."I don't know. A couple of years, I guess," he answers in a distracted tone and squeezes his hand, making a fist. Again. Fuck, he really wants to hit me. Beau is a little taller than Cain and looks like he has muscles, which makes him bigger and stronger than me. If he decides to hit me, I think I could defend myself for a while, but in the end he'd win, "Are you guys close, you and Cain?""Yes, very. We don't see each other very often now that we're adults, but I've known his family and he's known mine since w
Being impulsive and doing risky things is definitely NOT my thing. I'm shaking from head to toe, trying to ignore my inner voice begging me not to do this, reminding me of everything I'm going to lose… but at the same time, showing me everything I'm going to gain. The noise and mess in my head is so loud and irritating that it almost doesn't let me hear the words of the man in front of me. I have to pinch myself, take a deep breath and make use of all my mental capacity to focus on reality, ignoring the flashes of what awaits me."... And Charlie Lambert wants to meet you in person to discuss your ideas one on one. He's very impressed with you," my boss continues. Ex-boss, I guess. "So, would I have to travel to Chicago to talk to him?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. Sometimes I need verbal confirmation to make sure I'm not completely crazy."That's the detail I wanted to talk to you about," he begins, fiddling with my old contract in his hands as I sit in mine to s
When I was seven years old, I had an 'hallucination' of my father being hit by a black car. I tried to warn him not to leave the house that morning, but he raised his hand to hit me on the cheek, yelled at me that I shouldn't say such things and he left for work, not believing me. A few hours later, we received a call from the police informing us that Frederick Claude had been run over before arriving at his office. He was dead. But of course, I already knew that. My mother didn't cry when she got the news, she just bent down to be at my level and grabbed my thin arms, burying her fingers, which I remember as claws."This was your fault," she said to me, in a low but clear voice. Her claws digging harder and harder into my arms, making me bleed and cry, "You put that idea into his head with your words, you made him hesitate and get run over. I hope you never forget that."After the funeral, she left me at her sister-in-law's house with two suitcases and a last cold stare, not a wo
"This is my phone," the driver says, once he leaves my old suitcases inside this house that is worth more than me. Then he extends a card, "I’m at your complete disposal from seven in the morning to ten at night, unless it’s a special occasion. That's the boss's orders. I'll be here tomorrow morning at seven to take you to the office."I stare at the card for a few seconds and then at the driver's face. Samuel Michaels. My poor person's instinct is to tell him I don't need his services and I can find a way to get around on my own, but I have to remind myself that I'm starting a new life of luxury and comfort. So, I just smile at him and nod."Thank you, Samuel," I say and grab the keys he gives me before leaving. And when I turn to inspect the house, my head presents me with a series of images that I struggle to ignore, but cannot. I will live here for a long time next to a tall woman with long black hair and shiny brown skin. I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a cry of desperation