The Book Keeper by Amelia Grace Read Free Book Online

I walked through the door of Mr B Rubin’s office.
    His chair was turned away from me as usual.
    ‘9am as requested Mr Rubin.’
    He turned slowly in his chair and then gave me three slow claps.  Rude bastard.  I felt my blood begin to boil.  I looked at his face and narrowed my eyes at him.  At this point in time, there is nothing to like about this pitiful excuse for a man.  What is his job description in this corporation anyway.  I would love to know what is in the mind of this man.
    ‘Progress update Mr Darcy!’ He spat saliva as the words left his small repulsive mouth.
    ‘I am in the important research phase of the design Sir.  I cannot make further progress on the implant until I have intricate details on eye and brain structure.  Once these details are sorted, then I can move forward with the drawings of the mind reading implant, and then build a prototype.  Do you have a subject chosen for the testing of the device Mr Rubin?’
    He stared at me before answering my question. I could see his evil mind turning over as he considered my question, twiddling his thumbs around and around one another.
    ‘Mr Darcy, I have two possible worthy candidates under consideration for trialling the device.  How much more research time do you need?’
    ‘Time wise….. it’s hard to pinpoint at this stage.  Thoroughness is vitally important, including discussions with medical professors – ophthalmology and neurology.  If any mistake is made, it could result in blindness, or irreparable brain damage, or both. Mr Rubin, I need you to allow me to conduct my research as I see fit, in the hours that I need to work, without having to return to the office to report to you.  It is most frustrating when I am in a certain line of thinking, and then it is interrupted. My line of thought becomes lost. It is very hard to return to that point in time, and that particular genius creative moment. It would considerably speed up the process of development of the implant if I could report to you once I have made significant progress.’
    He stared at me, in his Mr B Rubin way. He sat back in his chair.
    ‘Mr Darcy, if that is the way that you are going to make the quickest progress on the development of the new technology, I give you permission to work your own way. I must remind you though that the implant is of the highest priority, and it has been deemed top secret by the company.  You are not to speak to anyone about your work.  I am having a contract written up as we speak Mr Darcy.  We will have a lawyer present to thoroughly navigate the contract for you to sign. You are now wasting valuable time standing in this office.  The meeting is closed.  Good day Mr Darcy.’
    He turned his chair away from me .  He was rudeness personified.  What was it that he did in his sterile office daily? I turned on my heel and escaped the suffocating arrogant, rude and hostile Mr B. Rubin.  The less contact I had with him the better.
    I stopped at white girl’s desk.  She did not look at me.  Challenge on.
    ‘Can I get you a tea or coffee Mia?’ I asked in a warm smooth voice.  She looked up at me expressionless.
    ‘Oh…….Mr Darcy. No thank-you. It is not my break time yet,’ she bubbled with her squeaky voice.
    “Ah, but you would not have to move, I would be getting you the beverage.  How about milk to blend in with the whiteness around here, or some snow perhaps?’  I asked, adding humour to see if she had any.
    She put her hand over her mouth and let out a quiet giggle.
    ‘Oh……Mr Darcy. No thank-you. It is not my break time yet,’ she responded in the exact same words and tone of squeakiness.  I stared at her briefly, and noticed that she was writing excessively small words on a small piece of white paper.  She slid it over to me in the smoothest of movements, hardly noticeable.  I took her hint and moved my hand over the barely visible piece of paper, and hid it in the palm of my hand.
    ‘Good day then