The Book Keeper by Amelia Grace Read Free Book Online Page B

set, and the trees cast long shadows on the lush green grass, I walked home at a leisurely pace.  The world as I knew it was going to change, and dramatically for some.  For others, life would remain the same, and they would remain utterly clueless as to what was going on in the technology and communications field.  Blessed are the pure of heart.
    I continued to walk to my apartment, with the feeling that I was being followed.  My life was not my own now, and never would be.  I opened my apartment door to the smell of roast chicken and vegetables.
    ‘Thank-you to whoever is making me the delicious dinners.  You are spoiling me,’ I said out loud, knowing that the message would be passed on to the chef – woman or man I did not know.  The more allies I had the better.
    Play the game.  Play it better.
    I ate my meal at the dining table, cleaned up and then headed to the lounge room and turned on the sport – football.  Establish a routine.  Stick to it. Arouse no suspicion.
    It looked as though I was watching the football.  I wanted it to look as though I was watching the football, but in reality I was not.  I was planning the slow and unnoticed blackness of their eyes into my apartment – the security cameras.
    At the end of the football game, I headed to shower, using ample hot water, fogging up the bathroom, and hence their security cameras.  Under the limited vision of the steamy bathroom, I prepared for attack on security, drawing a detailed map, and listing the steps to freedom in black spots around my apartment.  I must use the cover of darkness to accomplish this mission.  They will have no idea that they are about to be beaten at their own game.
    I climbed into bed, drew nons ensical illustrations for their amusement, before turning off the lights – but not to sleep – to await the appointed time to attack, little by little.
    At exactly 2:13 am, I dressed in black clothes under the covers of the bed – black long sleeved shirt, long black pants, black gloves, black balaclava, black socks.  Only my eyes were possibly visible. I pulled my black permanent marker from my pocket and made my way to the very first surveillance camera, and carefully added one black dot to the edge of the rim of glass, three quarters around the edge of the circular camera. I then proceeded to do this to each camera, according to my calculations on the plan to create a black spot in their vision, where I could have invisibility in my own apartment, without their awareness.  This way, I could come and go as I please d, by walking in a certain area of the apartment.  Thank goodness I had double doors at the entrance. One side would be visible, the other not.
    Within the hour, I was back in bed, and this time I went to sleep, very happy with my progress, and my defiance of CAI surveillance.
    I hit the gym before wo rk as was my routine schedule, showered at gym, headed to Café Ooh La Laa! for breakfast without surveillance and then called Max for my transport to CAI Headquarters.  I efficiently hand scanned into the security system, and entered my room.
    It had been tidied.
    I was seething.
    Now I would have to waste time tracking where my information was, and then get my head into the zone again before I could make any forward progress.
    I would have to have a word to Mr B. Rubin.  This was absolutely not acceptable.
    I stormed out of my office and rode the elevator to the floor below.
    ‘Mia,’  I said curtly, not looking at her and assertively heading towards the doorway of Mr B Rubin’s office.
    ‘Mr Darcy…’ Mia squeaked after me.  I ignored her. I had a bone to pick with the rude bastard.
    ‘Cohen!’ Mia called louder, all signs of her squeakiness gone, her voice a much lower pitch, normal even.  I turned at once.  I took her more seriously with her ‘other’ voice.
    She lowered her face, frowned and shook her head quickly, warning m e not to go into the office.  I walked over to her, and stopped