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Alex was at the entrance of Hitech University, feeling his heart race. The modern, futuristic campus stretched out in front of him, a stark contrast to the dirty hover-car garage where he used to work. He inhaled deeply, preparing himself for what awaited him.He whispered to himself, "You can do it, Alex. Simply assimilate. I need everyone to think I am here on a scholarship other wise they will claim I married Elenor for her money.”While walking through the crowded courtyard, he noticed a voice he recognized.“Absolutely not! He did what... Hey, Alex? Is the car repairman here?"Alex looked around and spotted Briana and her group of friends, the very same girls who had stopped by his garage a few months back. They displayed a combination of surprise and contempt in their expressions.Alex attempted to sound casual as he said, "Um, hey.Yes, it me."Briana's gaze became more focused. “What the heck are you doing here? Did you loose your way to the mechanic shop?Alex's face turned re
Alex stood before the towering Drake Conglomerate headquarters, its glass and chrome structure piercing the morning sky. Inhaling deeply, he straightened his jacket - the best one he had, yet noticeably more informal than the suits passing by him.As he neared the security desk, a guard gave him a disapproving once-over."Would you like some assistance?" Asked the guard, indicating through his tone that he preferred to be doing something different.Alex confirmed “I am here for the board meeting”, attempting to appear assured.The guard snorted. "Right. And I'm here to buy the building. Listen, pal, deliveries are around back.""You don't understand. I'm Alex Carter-Drake. I'm supposed to-""Drake?" The guard's eyebrows shot up. "Let me get my supervisor."A moment later, a well-dressed woman in her forties approached, her heels clicking against the marble floor."I'm Ms. Peterson, head of security. There seems to be some confusion," she said, her smile not reaching her eyes."There'
Eleanor's voice demanded focus as she stood at the front of the lengthy black table, addressing the board members. "I wish to formally present my husband , Alex Carter-Drake, who will lead our terraforming department."Alex scanned the faces around the table. Twelve pairs of eyes studied him with varying degrees of skepticism."A pleasure to meet you all," Alex said, standing. "I'm excited to share my vision for Drake Industries' future in terraforming technology."A silver-haired man cleared his throat. "Marcus Reynolds, Head of Finance. Mrs. Drake, while we respect your... personal choices, are you certain Mr. Drake has the necessary qualifications?"Eleanor's smile remained fixed. "Why don't you show them, darling?"Alex activated the holographic display, projecting his designs above the table. "Our current terraforming methods are outdated. We're treating planets like uniform entities when they're actually complex ecosystems. My proposal involves...""Excuse me," interrupted a wom
Alex sat in the darkened living room of their mansion, nursing a glass of whiskey when the front door opened. Eleanor's heels clicked against the marble floor, then stopped.She softly expressed her surprise at finding that he had not left. "Where would I go? This is my prison, isn't it?"Eleanor moved closer, her silhouette illuminated by the city lights through the window. "Can we talk?""About what? How you humiliated me in front of the board? Or how you treat me like a possession?"She sat across from him, removing her heels. "I deserved that. I... I'm sorry, Alex."The admission made him look up. Eleanor Drake never apologized."You're sorry?""I overreacted. When I heard another woman's voice, I just..." She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it fall loose. "Do you know what people say about us?""That I'm a gold digger? That you're having a midlife crisis?"A small laugh escaped her. "Among other things. They say I'm desperate. That I'm trying to hold onto my youth by m
"Good morning, Mr. Drake. I'm James, your new personal assistant."Alex looked up from his desk to find a stern-faced man in a black suit standing at attention. "I don't need an assistant.""Mrs. Drake insists. She wants to ensure your schedule aligns with company protocols.""Since when does a Head of Research need scheduling?"James placed a tablet on Alex's desk. "Your 9 AM meeting has been moved to accommodate Mrs. Drake's investor lunch. You'll be attending.""I have lab work scheduled-""Already rescheduled. Also, your access to Lab B has been temporarily restricted pending security clearance."Alex stood up. "That's where all my research is!""Mrs. Drake feels it's best to centralize your work in the main facility. Where it can be properly... monitored."The door opened and Luna rushed in, looking flustered. "Alex, we need to talk about the atmospheric readings-""I'm afraid Mr. Drake is booked until 3 PM," James intercepted."Since when?" Luna challenged."Since now." Eleanor'
Alex stared at the holographic data floating before him, his hands trembling. "This can't be right.""What did you find?" Dr. Chen, one of the senior researchers, peered over his shoulder."The cellular degradation... it's accelerating." Alex swiped through more files. "Subject 23 completely rejected the cybernetic implants. Subject 17's neural pathways are deteriorating. This isn't transformation – it's killing them.""Mr. Drake!" Dr. Chen grabbed his arm. "Those files are restricted-""Because they show the truth?" Alex turned to face him. "How long have you known?"The lab door slid open. Eleanor stood there, her expression unreadable. "Leave us, Dr. Chen."Once alone, Alex projected the data onto the main screen. "Care to explain this?""You shouldn't have access to those files.""People are dying, Eleanor!""They knew the risks.""Did they? Did they know their bodies would reject the implants? That their minds would deteriorate until-""They signed the contracts.""Like I did?" A
The clink of silverware against china echoed through the vast dining room. Alex pushed his food around the plate, deliberately avoiding Eleanor's gaze."The chef prepared your favorite," Eleanor said softly.Silence."Darling, please. It's been three days."Alex stood up, his chair scraping against the marble floor."Where are you going?""To work in my study.""It's 8 PM.""Better than here."Eleanor flinched at his words. "I had something delivered for you.""Another bribe?""Alex-""Like the watch yesterday? Or the car the day before?""I'm trying-""To buy me?" He finally looked at her. "Add me to your collection of expensive things?"The doorbell rang. Eleanor's face brightened. "That must be it. Please, just... look at it?"Alex rubbed his neck where the implant throbbed. "Fine."Two deliverymen wheeled in a massive crate. Eleanor practically bounced with excitement as they opened it."A piano?" Alex stared at the gleaming black grand piano."Not just any piano. It's a Bösendorf
The boardroom door burst open. Tyson Drake strode in, his signature smirk plastered across his face. The board meeting came to an abrupt halt."Sorry I'm late. Traffic was hell." He adjusted his Italian suit. "Don't stop on my account."Eleanor's knuckles turned white around her pen. "This is a private meeting.""Private?" Tyson pulled out his phone. "As a major shareholder, I believe I have every right to be here.""Major shareholder?" Alex leaned forward."Oh?" Tyson's smirk widened. "Eleanor didn't tell you? I've been quietly acquiring shares for months. Twenty-three percent, to be exact.""That's impossible," Eleanor snapped."Check the records, darling. I believe that earns me a seat at this table."Mr. Patterson, the head of the board, cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should take a brief recess-""No need." Tyson sat down directly opposite Eleanor. "Please, continue discussing the fascinating progress of Project Genesis. I'm particularly interested in the mortality rates."The ro