It Started At School...

I was siting up against my locker, eating my lunch, when a girls voice that I didn't know called my name.

"Excuse me, Robin?" She asked, and I looked up from the delicious beef-and-cheese Bao my mother had made today* right into the face of someone I of course knew OF but had never personally spoken to.
*(Yes, even though I was a Senior in High School my mom still packed my lunch for school. It was cheaper than the slop they served in the cafeteria and better quality too. Well, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I did my own the rest of the week. Today was a Tuesday though.)

Standing not five feet away was Lucy Underwood, Senior Class President and CEO and majority shareholder of Utopia Unlimited, the company she founded the day she turned 18 which now was being traded on both the Tokyo and London exchanges in addition to Wall Street and who's stock price was in the tripple digits.

Utopia Unlimited's flagship product was the Dimension Viewer, which Lucy invented and patented when she was 17 years old, but refused to license it until she created Utopia Unlimited. It's the ultimate form of reality TV, it lets you look at things in other dimensions, like sporting events in which the world series is really the WORLD series, the top two baseball teams ON EARTH going head to head. (For some reason most of the time it's the Japanese VS the Americans...)

"Hello Madam President, how can I help you?" I asked. (Lucy was a real stickler for the formalities when we were in school. It didn't help that she may have been the first Class President in the history of the Public School System to have an actual detail from the Secret Service...)

"Would you be willing to come to work as a test subject for Utopia Unlimited's newest invention?" Lucy asked. "I can't tell you any more right now, but if you're willing to consider the idea call your parents and tell them you'll be late getting home, and get into the motorcade out to Utopia Tower after school, we'll wait until the buses leave."

"I'll come hear you out at least, but other than that I make no promises." I replied, and went back to my lunch.

"Thank you, that's all I ask for now." She said, and, (It's kind of hard to describe Lucy's walk, 'flounced' comes close but it's always struck me as much too undignified a word. The girl basically oozes both sexuality and refinement/gravitas out of every pore...) away.