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pressure under control, but it was hard. I kicked Tony under the table in case he was creeping around in my head. I didn't need him knowing I was getting all hot and bothered over a stupid smile. But damn, Spike had the coolest teeth!
At one o'clock on the dot, the door opened and a man walked in. He was old. I don't know how old exactly because I'm terrible at guessing ages, but he had silver hair. It was thick and kind of wavy. Not long, but not military short either. He wore a silver-gray suit. Not quite shiny but not a dull material either. His eyes were the most striking thing about him – they were icy gray. They matched his suit very well, actually. I never thought about matching my eyes to my clothes, which is probably a good thing, since my eyes were a mottled combination of mostly green, with brown and gold – a hazel mix that looked a lot like camouflage. I don't look good in army gear.
When the old guy smiled, I noticed that he had movie star teeth; they were perfectly straight and dazzling white. But they weren't nearly as interesting as Spike's choppers.
"Hello, and welcome to the informational meeting sponsored by One Eleven Group. I assume you have all read the advertisement and know that we are seeking some very special candidates to participate in a study we are conducting. This is a fitness type of study, so it does have some basic physical and mental health requirements. The purpose of today's meeting is to give you information about the study and, for those of you who are interested in participating, a battery of tests to determine your suitability." He looked out over the group of us, resting his eyes on no one in particular. I was waiting to hear clues about the test or about this One Eleven company while also sneaking glances at Spike. I could only see the back of his head and part of his face. Dammit.
"The test will commence tomorrow; we are truly sorry about the short notice. We had some scheduling conflicts, so it couldn't be avoided. Hopefully this will not interfere with your ability to participate." He stopped to share a smile with us. It was very cool and professional, not reaching his eyes.
"The test itself lasts three full days and then there will be one day after for our ... ahem ... focus group." He reached down to take a sip of water from the glass on the table next to him. He seemed to have a bit of a frog in his throat. He continued, "You will be provided transportation from the Miami Executive Airport to the test location. After the test is complete, you will be brought back to the same airport. For those who finish the test successfully, you will be paid five hundred dollars in cash upon arrival at the airport. For those of you who do not finish the test, but who do complete parts of it, you will receive compensation based on how much of the test you do complete." He clasped his hands together and gave one of those million dollar smiles again. "Does anyone have any questions?"
I saw the crew look around at each other and then at Jared. He just stared at the guy in gray. Tony leaned in towards me and said, "Do we have any questions?"
I decided not to wait for anyone else to break the ice. "Where is your company from and what is the purpose of this test?" There. That'll get the ball rolling.
"And your name is, Miss ... ?"
"Jayne."
"Thank you, Jayne, for your question. One Eleven Group is a think tank of sorts, located overseas, mainly in France, but we have locations elsewhere as well. Its purpose is to study humans ... people ... in their environments and through our tests we seek to identify those who have certain qualities so that we can better understand our possible futures."
Well that's about as clear as mud. "Thank you, mister ... sorry, I don't remember your name."
"Oh, no, my apologies, Jayne, I should have introduced myself already.
At one o'clock on the dot, the door opened and a man walked in. He was old. I don't know how old exactly because I'm terrible at guessing ages, but he had silver hair. It was thick and kind of wavy. Not long, but not military short either. He wore a silver-gray suit. Not quite shiny but not a dull material either. His eyes were the most striking thing about him – they were icy gray. They matched his suit very well, actually. I never thought about matching my eyes to my clothes, which is probably a good thing, since my eyes were a mottled combination of mostly green, with brown and gold – a hazel mix that looked a lot like camouflage. I don't look good in army gear.
When the old guy smiled, I noticed that he had movie star teeth; they were perfectly straight and dazzling white. But they weren't nearly as interesting as Spike's choppers.
"Hello, and welcome to the informational meeting sponsored by One Eleven Group. I assume you have all read the advertisement and know that we are seeking some very special candidates to participate in a study we are conducting. This is a fitness type of study, so it does have some basic physical and mental health requirements. The purpose of today's meeting is to give you information about the study and, for those of you who are interested in participating, a battery of tests to determine your suitability." He looked out over the group of us, resting his eyes on no one in particular. I was waiting to hear clues about the test or about this One Eleven company while also sneaking glances at Spike. I could only see the back of his head and part of his face. Dammit.
"The test will commence tomorrow; we are truly sorry about the short notice. We had some scheduling conflicts, so it couldn't be avoided. Hopefully this will not interfere with your ability to participate." He stopped to share a smile with us. It was very cool and professional, not reaching his eyes.
"The test itself lasts three full days and then there will be one day after for our ... ahem ... focus group." He reached down to take a sip of water from the glass on the table next to him. He seemed to have a bit of a frog in his throat. He continued, "You will be provided transportation from the Miami Executive Airport to the test location. After the test is complete, you will be brought back to the same airport. For those who finish the test successfully, you will be paid five hundred dollars in cash upon arrival at the airport. For those of you who do not finish the test, but who do complete parts of it, you will receive compensation based on how much of the test you do complete." He clasped his hands together and gave one of those million dollar smiles again. "Does anyone have any questions?"
I saw the crew look around at each other and then at Jared. He just stared at the guy in gray. Tony leaned in towards me and said, "Do we have any questions?"
I decided not to wait for anyone else to break the ice. "Where is your company from and what is the purpose of this test?" There. That'll get the ball rolling.
"And your name is, Miss ... ?"
"Jayne."
"Thank you, Jayne, for your question. One Eleven Group is a think tank of sorts, located overseas, mainly in France, but we have locations elsewhere as well. Its purpose is to study humans ... people ... in their environments and through our tests we seek to identify those who have certain qualities so that we can better understand our possible futures."
Well that's about as clear as mud. "Thank you, mister ... sorry, I don't remember your name."
"Oh, no, my apologies, Jayne, I should have introduced myself already.
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