answered. "I was looking for a change. Wanted to work someplace more civilized." He ground the words out, even though it irked him to do so.
"Yes, quite," said the man, whose name he'd already forgotten. "Most unpleasant being that close to the boundary, I suspect. Never been there myself," he said, putting his large-framed glasses back on. The move magnified his eyes, making them go from beady to absurdly large. "I hear that you can see the boundary fence glowing in the dark from Nuria." "Yes, you can." Morgan thought about the green glow that flanked one side of Nuria. He hated the segregation the fence stood for, but had grown rather fond of the color.
The man shuddered. "No wonder you want out."
Morgan nodded. "Yes, it's horrible. Can't imagine ever going back." As each word fell from his lips, Morgan felt something wrench inside of him. Gina's smile flashed in his mind. The thought of never seeing her again seemed unbearable. He had to stay strong. Morgan pictured Sarah and Joshua. They were the only things that kept him in his seat and not rushing out the door. They were the past. Gina was the present. But Morgan knew he couldn't leave until he saw this through. He had to find Sarah's and Joshua's cell samples quick, so he could get back home.
"Do you have any questions?" the man asked, straightening his tie.
"No. I've read the literature about your company. I know you're doing cutting-edge work here. It's one of the reasons I came here and not one of the other biotech labs."
The man smiled and sat up straighten "Yes, we're quite proud of all we've accomplished. Have you seen the latest clones about to be put into production? I imagine the Sarah-3000 model will sell quite nicely. We haven't had a pleasure model of that caliber for five years."
Morgan's hands clutched the side of his chair as he fought to keep from reaching over the desk and pummeling the man into the ground. "I'm sure it'll be quite a success," he said, vowing to wipe all record of Sarah out of their system.
"Would you like one?" the man asked, grinning at him lasciviously.
"No, thank you," Morgan grit out, ignoring the temptation. He'd loved the original. A copy would pale in comparison.
"I'm sure a strapping guy like you doesn't need a pleasure clone. You probably have the real thing waiting for you at home in your rest pad. As for me," the man grinned, "I can't wait to get my hands on her."
Morgan could barely breathe as his wolf clawed its way through his internal organs in an effort to reach the surface. It wanted to rip the man's throat out. Feast upon his rotten flesh. And he had no doubt it would indeed taste rotten. His pores stank of the excesses he tried to hide. It was difficult not to gag in his presence. Morgan released the chair and brought his trembling hands to his lap.
"What about the position?" he asked, his voice raspy from his effort to control himself.
"Well, seeing as though you're our most qualified applicant and you've signed the confidentiality agreement, I'd like to offer you the job if you're still interested."
"I am," Morgan said.
"Good." The man rose and stuck out his hand. Morgan shook his sweaty palm, but he had to will his fingers to release the man's hand before he crushed it. "You can start tomorrow."
Morgan smiled, his lips so tight he thought they'd crack. "Thank you. I'll be here bright and early."
"Wonderful." The man glanced at the door. "There are more reports to file. Just step into the waiting area and Gloria will take down all the necessary information. Once again. welcome aboard."
"Glad to be here," Morgan said, feeling anything but happy. He left without a backward glance.
The second Morgan closed the door behind him, the man's smile dropped and he tapped his vidcom. His hands flew over the keys as he punched in a familiar number. He drummed his fingers on his desk as he waited. Several beeps followed and the vidcom
"Yes, quite," said the man, whose name he'd already forgotten. "Most unpleasant being that close to the boundary, I suspect. Never been there myself," he said, putting his large-framed glasses back on. The move magnified his eyes, making them go from beady to absurdly large. "I hear that you can see the boundary fence glowing in the dark from Nuria." "Yes, you can." Morgan thought about the green glow that flanked one side of Nuria. He hated the segregation the fence stood for, but had grown rather fond of the color.
The man shuddered. "No wonder you want out."
Morgan nodded. "Yes, it's horrible. Can't imagine ever going back." As each word fell from his lips, Morgan felt something wrench inside of him. Gina's smile flashed in his mind. The thought of never seeing her again seemed unbearable. He had to stay strong. Morgan pictured Sarah and Joshua. They were the only things that kept him in his seat and not rushing out the door. They were the past. Gina was the present. But Morgan knew he couldn't leave until he saw this through. He had to find Sarah's and Joshua's cell samples quick, so he could get back home.
"Do you have any questions?" the man asked, straightening his tie.
"No. I've read the literature about your company. I know you're doing cutting-edge work here. It's one of the reasons I came here and not one of the other biotech labs."
The man smiled and sat up straighten "Yes, we're quite proud of all we've accomplished. Have you seen the latest clones about to be put into production? I imagine the Sarah-3000 model will sell quite nicely. We haven't had a pleasure model of that caliber for five years."
Morgan's hands clutched the side of his chair as he fought to keep from reaching over the desk and pummeling the man into the ground. "I'm sure it'll be quite a success," he said, vowing to wipe all record of Sarah out of their system.
"Would you like one?" the man asked, grinning at him lasciviously.
"No, thank you," Morgan grit out, ignoring the temptation. He'd loved the original. A copy would pale in comparison.
"I'm sure a strapping guy like you doesn't need a pleasure clone. You probably have the real thing waiting for you at home in your rest pad. As for me," the man grinned, "I can't wait to get my hands on her."
Morgan could barely breathe as his wolf clawed its way through his internal organs in an effort to reach the surface. It wanted to rip the man's throat out. Feast upon his rotten flesh. And he had no doubt it would indeed taste rotten. His pores stank of the excesses he tried to hide. It was difficult not to gag in his presence. Morgan released the chair and brought his trembling hands to his lap.
"What about the position?" he asked, his voice raspy from his effort to control himself.
"Well, seeing as though you're our most qualified applicant and you've signed the confidentiality agreement, I'd like to offer you the job if you're still interested."
"I am," Morgan said.
"Good." The man rose and stuck out his hand. Morgan shook his sweaty palm, but he had to will his fingers to release the man's hand before he crushed it. "You can start tomorrow."
Morgan smiled, his lips so tight he thought they'd crack. "Thank you. I'll be here bright and early."
"Wonderful." The man glanced at the door. "There are more reports to file. Just step into the waiting area and Gloria will take down all the necessary information. Once again. welcome aboard."
"Glad to be here," Morgan said, feeling anything but happy. He left without a backward glance.
The second Morgan closed the door behind him, the man's smile dropped and he tapped his vidcom. His hands flew over the keys as he punched in a familiar number. He drummed his fingers on his desk as he waited. Several beeps followed and the vidcom
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