Three Years Later
Olivia Moore rapped sharply on the lab door three times. When there was no immediate answer, she entered anyway, eyes averted just in case. She never wanted a repeat of the debacle simply known as ‘the moment that which must not be named.’ Ms. Lockwood was an eccentric woman, and Olivia responded accordingly, it had only taken her two and a half years to adjust to Donovan Industries and her peculiar co-worker.
“Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Mayhew asked me to get you to sign these as a favor?”
“You know you can call me Addison,” she said not looking up from her phone.
“I know, Ms. Lockwood. You’ve told me every day…for three years.”
“Then I am not sure why you continue to insist on calling me Ms. Lockwood.”
“It’s a quirk, ma’am,”
Addison sighed, but gave no other response, eyes reflecting the bright light of her phone. Body sprawled across the hood of a 1978 Bronco, legs dangling down, swinging back and forth, toes nowhere near the ground. Today her hair was an icy violet, and her torso was clad in a faded Led Zeppelin shirt. Her lips were stained a similar violet shade, and various earrings bristled from her left ear, a think chain connecting her lowest earring to her highest. Her right ear sported a simple diamond stud.
Shoving the stack of documents in Addison’s face, she raised an eyebrow. She grumbled and gave Olivia a disapproving look, but shoved her phone into her pocket.
“What is it?” she asked glancing over it, leaning back in her chair, tugging on her lip ring as she skimmed.
“Recent reports on the Sunbeams functionality and efficiency,” she replied, giving a small wave to a security camera behind her.
“So, he’s not having me sign my kidney over?” she asked humorously, flipping through a few pages, reading them over in a glance.
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