Wanting more

You open you eyes. You feel like you spent last night drinking. You look at your hand. Your sexy black fingernail is gone. It makes you sad. You really want all your fingernails to look that sexy. You step toward the containment tube.

“Shit!”

You realize the material is highly addictive. Even knowing that, you want to touch it, to see it on all your fingers. You wonder how it would feel on your breasts. You take a deep breath. You can’t let the company sell this.

You are horrified. You solved their problem. You immediately begin destroying and erasing your work from last night. You keep your fingers crossed it is enough.

You go back to testing the material and dragging your feet. You shoot an e-mail to Curtiss Faust, hoping he’ll show you how it’s made. He doesn’t answer. A week goes by.

The door to your lab slides open. Curtiss Faust stands in the doorway.

“Congratulations, my dear. You’ve helped solve our problem. Most impressive. Your daughter will be by in a limo to pick you up shortly. You’ll find a rather generous bonus in you bank account. An expression of our gratitude. You have five minutes to clean up your stuff.”

He steps back and the door closes behind him. Your thoughts are jumbled. Renna, you finally get to see Renna. You fear the consequences of what you’ve done. You can run down to see your daughter or stall a bit, maybe even try to steal a sample.