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didn't have time to explain himself. He could only act. After all, there was so much to do and so little time...
It was all so clear to him now. He was going about everything so incorrectly, focusing on his feelings rather than the final result. Rachael was his friend and she needed him, but he needed her too. This was an experiment, an effort to gain results and improve the company.
With anything else, this was the stage where he would completely immerse himself in his work. He’d set limitations for his involvement, but in order for the business to succeed, he couldn’t give up now. On the contrary, now was the time to press the boards.
Fully embrace the biosphere.
He just had to do it before Rachael had the chance to refuse.
He stalked into his living room and roused his snoring pug.
"Tesla," He said, and the dog stared up at him lazily. "Get your ball. We're going on an adventure."
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B arking .
Unmistakably, it was the sound of barking. She sat bolt upright in her bed, breath coming in shallow bursts. How the hell had a dog gotten into her house? How big could it be? How ferocious?
Why couldn’t it have been a robber or some sort of crazed salesperson? Anything, anything other than a dog. She slowed her breathing and tried to find her phone. The barking was distant, at least. That would give her some time, even if she felt like she was in the part of the horror movie where everyone in the audience is screaming for the hero not to walk through that door.
Grappling through the sheets, she felt for the cool, glass square that was her smartphone. With a sigh of relief, she pressed the power button, only to be greeted by…nothing. At all. A black screen stared back at her as she pressed the button over and over again, hoping for a miraculously different result.
Nothing.
She couldn't call animal control, or any of her neighbors. Her charger was in the living room, but who knew if she'd be alive by the time she got there if Cujo was on the prowl.
Then again, what choice did she have? She eased into the hall, looking before she went as though she were crossing the street. All clear.
The stairs creaked as she tip toed down them, but the barking didn't get closer or louder. A tiny triumph. That was something.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, she took a quick survey of her surroundings. The barking was coming from the far room, the room where Lance used to pretend to be dying. Now that she was in the living room, there was a good bit of space to work with.
The phone cord was so close, glowing on her bay window sill like the golden monkey in the temple of doom. She darted for it, her salvation.
When it was finally in her hands, she could have cried from relief.
That was, until she saw that she was only holding half the cord. The other half was still connected to the wall, frayed where the wire had been chewed through.
Then she felt like crying for an entirely different reason.
Well, at least it had been a good life. There was nothing left to do but take a deep breath and meet the reaper now. So long, farewell, alvederzane , good-bye.
She inhaled once, then again, trying her hardest not to hyperventilate, and with a resignation only akin to the end of epic movies, she started striding cautiously toward her kitchen, marching into the forbidden forest to face Voldemort.
A rush of air swept past her bare leg as her foot crossed the threshold, and she stepped back, but it was too late. A booming male voice shouted, "Tesla, no!"
Tiny talons clawed at her legs, hopping up and landing on her calves. She inched away, but the pug chased her, apparently thinking she was luring him into a game. Her voice caught in her throat and she looked around for the male voice, only to find Garret standing in front of her stove, pan in hand, watching as the pug chased her.
She edged into the kitchen and leapt onto a kitchen chair to avoid the scratching. She batted the beast away with her foot, but it continued to pursue her,
It was all so clear to him now. He was going about everything so incorrectly, focusing on his feelings rather than the final result. Rachael was his friend and she needed him, but he needed her too. This was an experiment, an effort to gain results and improve the company.
With anything else, this was the stage where he would completely immerse himself in his work. He’d set limitations for his involvement, but in order for the business to succeed, he couldn’t give up now. On the contrary, now was the time to press the boards.
Fully embrace the biosphere.
He just had to do it before Rachael had the chance to refuse.
He stalked into his living room and roused his snoring pug.
"Tesla," He said, and the dog stared up at him lazily. "Get your ball. We're going on an adventure."
----
B arking .
Unmistakably, it was the sound of barking. She sat bolt upright in her bed, breath coming in shallow bursts. How the hell had a dog gotten into her house? How big could it be? How ferocious?
Why couldn’t it have been a robber or some sort of crazed salesperson? Anything, anything other than a dog. She slowed her breathing and tried to find her phone. The barking was distant, at least. That would give her some time, even if she felt like she was in the part of the horror movie where everyone in the audience is screaming for the hero not to walk through that door.
Grappling through the sheets, she felt for the cool, glass square that was her smartphone. With a sigh of relief, she pressed the power button, only to be greeted by…nothing. At all. A black screen stared back at her as she pressed the button over and over again, hoping for a miraculously different result.
Nothing.
She couldn't call animal control, or any of her neighbors. Her charger was in the living room, but who knew if she'd be alive by the time she got there if Cujo was on the prowl.
Then again, what choice did she have? She eased into the hall, looking before she went as though she were crossing the street. All clear.
The stairs creaked as she tip toed down them, but the barking didn't get closer or louder. A tiny triumph. That was something.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, she took a quick survey of her surroundings. The barking was coming from the far room, the room where Lance used to pretend to be dying. Now that she was in the living room, there was a good bit of space to work with.
The phone cord was so close, glowing on her bay window sill like the golden monkey in the temple of doom. She darted for it, her salvation.
When it was finally in her hands, she could have cried from relief.
That was, until she saw that she was only holding half the cord. The other half was still connected to the wall, frayed where the wire had been chewed through.
Then she felt like crying for an entirely different reason.
Well, at least it had been a good life. There was nothing left to do but take a deep breath and meet the reaper now. So long, farewell, alvederzane , good-bye.
She inhaled once, then again, trying her hardest not to hyperventilate, and with a resignation only akin to the end of epic movies, she started striding cautiously toward her kitchen, marching into the forbidden forest to face Voldemort.
A rush of air swept past her bare leg as her foot crossed the threshold, and she stepped back, but it was too late. A booming male voice shouted, "Tesla, no!"
Tiny talons clawed at her legs, hopping up and landing on her calves. She inched away, but the pug chased her, apparently thinking she was luring him into a game. Her voice caught in her throat and she looked around for the male voice, only to find Garret standing in front of her stove, pan in hand, watching as the pug chased her.
She edged into the kitchen and leapt onto a kitchen chair to avoid the scratching. She batted the beast away with her foot, but it continued to pursue her,
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