Hey, ppl! This is one of my first fan-fics, so REVIEW GOD DAMMIT OR I WILL TRACK U DOWN AND MAKE U MY PERSONAL PINYATA!! *ahem* anyway, please review!! i'm guessin' u all can figure out who "Ren" is, eh? and if not, FIGURE IT OUT DUMBASS!!lol, j/k, i already have a pairing , but ur gunna have ta wait to find out!! OH, and this is AU! so don't try to match it to anything!! else!! :p
- Rin-koi!!
A small flame flared to life, slightly illuminating a broad face in the darkness, "so, this is it..." the small fire died as he pulled the lighter away from his cigar, "I don't see what's so important about it..." a small dull glow grew as he inhaled.
A small, meek looking man stood a few meters away from the large oak desk, clearly trembling. He looked upon the small envelope resting infront of the dark figure that was, in his mind, looming over him like a giant
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"S..sir...this single disk can change..no, revolutionize the technology in our corporation by a v..vast amount!" the small spark of courage he had gained in his speech dulled and flickered out of life as fast as it had been born.
Through the small bit of light surrounding the rather large cigar, you could see a smile form, "Indeed..." the cirgar was switched to the other side of his mouth, "and just where did you obtain this..item?"
Jumping, the figure began to scramble for words, "P..Prima Corp., sir." he watched as his boss lightly picked up the envelope holding the future of their business, inspected it, then dropped it non-chalantly back onto the desk.
The light thump of the disk's landing semmed to echoe throughout the room, " I see...hhmm..." he brought a finger up to rest upon his chin, "you are dismissed...." he waved the figure infront of him towards the door, turing his rather large leather chair to face the blind covered window.
As the small sound of the door shutting reverberated through the room, his brows knitted together in thought as he turned and grabbed the disk, grinning, "You, my friend, are going to make me a lot of money..."
His harsh, barly laugh echoed through the room.
* * *
"Hey ladies, YEAH, let 'em know it ain't easy.." music echoed throughout the large, empty garage, "R E S P E C T!! Let's come togetha!!"
A pair of large, old, and comfy looking Doc's tapped to the beat on the cement floor, as a voice hollered along to the blasting song, slightly muffled by the car which overlapped the person's body.
Suddenly the garage door slammed open, revealing a short, greasy-looking man with a dirty wife-beater and a beer-belly to match. He stormed up to the source of the noise and switched, off the CD player, leaving the voice unaccompanied, " Morror, mirror on tha wall, damn I sure look fine, I can't blame those horny boys, i would make me mine.....HEY!!" a loud clang rang out, followed by a long string of curses.
Long, jeaned legs bent as grease-covered fingers with short nails grabbed the cars' bumper. Dirty overalls and a wife beater covered with grease were revealed, as a young woman rolled herself from beneath the old car, mumbling and rubbing her dirty blonde hair-covered head. Steely blue eyes glared at the man, "What the fuck was that for, Chuck? I nearly took off my head there!"
Chuck rolled his eyes, "There's a call for you in the office, Ren, "he raised an eyebrow and grinned, "just though you'd like to know." He turned to walk away, " Just keep that shit down, it's gunna scare away the customers!"
Pushing herself up and dusting off her bottom, Ren walked through the door into the larger garage, "Yea, yea, whatever, you know you like it!" she grinned as Chuck gave her the finger, then walked over to a pair of nervous looking women. "Looks like someone's gunna loose their savings...." she grinned as Chuck started to swindle the two ladies out of their money.
Humming to herself, Ren walked into a small office with an open donut's box and more than a few old cups of coffee, and continued to search for the phone, which lay somewhere beneath the piles of paper cluttering the desk and most of the floor, "God, haven't they ever heard of Molly's Maid Service?!" stubbing her toe on who-know's-what, she swore and finally stumbled upon the phone, quite literally.
Switching off the hold button, she whiped off the receiver on her pants...which didn't do much good...then unconsiously plastered a smile on her face, "Hello? Ren speaking."
"Mrs. Winters, " a slightly nasal women's voice drawled, "there's been a..mishap on one of your projects, we'll be expecting you in an hour." Ren opened her mouth to reply when she was met with the dial tone. "Bitch!!" she yelled into the receiver, more than a bit miffed, then slammed it down into it's cradle.
Looked out the window, she was met with Chuck's death-glare and two surprised and slightly frightened women. Smiling sheepishly, she waved nervously and quickly scampered away towards her car.
"Jeese, and I was just getting somewhere with him...." Ren sighed as she crawled into her old beat-up Jeep and pictured the not-yet finished and working car in the garage. After more than a few failed attempts, she started the engine and drove out of the small, cramped parking lot and out onto the road just as she began to get curious. What could be wrong....they wouldn't just call me if it wasn't necissary....
* * *
A tall, thin, bearded man in an Armani suit stared out of the window of his office, "Are you sure about this?" waiting for a response from the group of people behind him.
"Positive, " A tall, blonde man with glasses and the beginnings of a receding hairline stepped foreward, "even though she only began to study and access the rim of the program, she was very efficient-"
"You mean to tell me, that out of all the men and women in this room who, by the way, have more than 20 years of experience, you pick a mere child for this operation!?" The bearded man's fist slammed onto his desk, making a coffee mug spill it's contents onto the white carpet, and making more than a few people blush at what their usually composed and calm Boss implied about their capabilities.
While the blonde man's mouth hung open in surprise at his friends and employers outburst, a professional women with graying hair pulled back into a rather tight bun, spoke up, "Mr. Jacobs, our choice may seem to you a bit...strange, but I assure you," she adjusted her glasses, "that she is more than qualified for this..operation as you call it."
Ready for another outburst, the woman was surprised when Jacobs sighed and his shoulders sagged, "I apologize for my actions," he walked over and sat behind his desk, " but I just find it hard to believe that this young woman is suitable. Our whole corporation depends on that disk, and she has only worked here for..."
"6 months, Mr. Jacobs." she answered for him. He smiled slightly, "Thank-you, Marjorie. 6 months vs. 20 years....I cannot deny that I am confused..."
The blonde man seemed to get over his shock, "As anyone who hasn't seen her work would be, sir." His eyes held a sort of admiration, "she is purely....genius. I cannot explain it furthur. Her mind works in a way that we can only imagine, numbers race through her head like it's natural for her. She can break a level 1 security code in a matter of minutes!"
Jacobs took on a look of surprise, "Can you verify this, Marjorie?" The old woman nodded thoughtfully, "I have seen this with my own eyes, though, " a small frown graced her features, "I think that her discipline is in need of work."
Leaning back in his chair, Jacobs nodded thoughtfully, "That is to be expected of someone her age..." he looked to Marjorie, who nodded, "21, sir."
"Alright, she may be no child, but I would still like to see her work with my own eyes." He pushed a button on his phone, "Lila, could you please get a hold of..."
Marjorie smiled, "Ren Winters."
Jacobs grinned, "Ren Winters and tell her that we're having some problems on her latest project and to report back her immediatley."
Jacobs looked back out his window, hhmmm....Ren Winters, can Prima Corp. really depend upon you?
* * *
Hopping out of her Jeep, Ren sprinted to her apartment building and quickly scaled the stairs by two. Grabbing her keys out of her pocket, she almost ran into her land lady, Mrs. Carney.
"Ooops, sorry Mrs. C -" she was cut off by a more than a little pissed land lady. "What do you think you're doing, Miss Winters?! I very well could have been old miss Libbie! God knows stubbing her toe would kill her, let alone you stampeeding her!..." and she went on..and on and on....oh yes...and on...
Ren stopped hearing her two words after she started. She was right now staring at an interesting vein in her forehead...god...I think she's gunna explode....and when did THAT get in her teeth.... so she failed to notice that Mrs. Carney had ceased her tirade.
"Miss Winters? Miss WINTERS!!" she knew that one day she was going to kill that girl, never paying her rent, always blasting that damn music, leaving in the middle of the night, always referring to her as "Mrs. C", and the list goes on, and on.....
Ren snapped out of her trance when the vein took on a shade of blue, looked down at her watch, and nearly screamed, she had 20 minutes to take a shower, get dressed, gather her work, and drive down town! "ACK! Sorry, Mrs. C, but I gotta fly!" and she proceeded to tear down the hallway, leaving a steaming woman behind squeezing her hands as if she had a certain blonde'd neck in her grip.
* * *
Hopping out of the shower, Ren quickly tied a towel around herself, shoved a tooth brush inside her mouth and began to towel dry her slightly curly, mid-back length hair.
Dropping the towel she was using to dry her hair, she quickly brushed her teeth and her tongue before spitting into the sink. Practically running out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, she yanked out her underwear and a grey business suit consisting of a knee length skirt, a white button down plain blouse that fell to her hips and an over coat that fell to just below her waistline with only two buttons on the front.
Wrestling on her underwear, pulling on the shirt and hopping around the room gathering her notes while pulling up her pantyhose and skirt, she ran a brush through her dishiveled and damp hair, planning on letting it air-dry in her jeep. Grabbing her chap-stick and moisturizer, she grabbed an apple and shrugged on some shoes without looking. She grabbed some money for picking up a pizza later on and bit into the apple.
Apple still in mouth, she locked her door and ran down the hall, passing Mrs. Carney and waving at her furious face. With expertise, Ren slid down the stair rail on her ass, ran out the door and launched into her jeep.
"Yessss! I'm sooo good!" checking her watch, she found that she still had ten minutes to get to the office. Loosing about 5 minutes on starting her jeep, Ren tore down the highway, avoiding more than a few collisions just by a hair's width, "Move it, you mothers!!" keeping her hand on the horn, her hair stretching behind her and drying quicker than she had anticipated, Ren sped as if her life depended on it, and with an ease only gained with much practice.
* * *
Jacobs sighed as he looked, yet again, at the large grandfather clock that rested in the corner of his almost emprty office and seriously began to doubt that they could depend on this young woman. Standing up and glancing at both the blonde man and Marjorie, he walked over to gaze at the pictures which lined one of his walls. They all showed various social events, award ceremonies and finally his wife and two children. Ten minutes late....
Jacobs could feel the nervousness radiating off of Herbert, the poor man took everything to heart. But Marjorie was as calm and collected as if they were just waiting for a pizza to be delivered. He smiled, that was one of the things that he had always admired about Marjorie, nothing could faze her. She must be very good at poker.. he mused, but was interrupted by Lila's slightly obnoxious voice, "Mr. Jacobs, Miss Winters has arrived....finally."
Hmmm....Winters must have done something to get on her bad side..."Send her in, Lila."
He walked over and sat down on his desk and tried to look intimidating, Marjorie seemed to notice this and smiled at him, "Do not worry yourself, Mr. Jacobs, she will show you the proper respect..." as an afterthough she added ...hopefully...
A knock softly echoed through the room, "Come, in."
A single eyebrow raised as Jacobs looked upon their "candidate". From her slightly dishiveled hair that was tied up in a tight ponytail, her blue eyes which unblinkingly started back at him through thick black framed glasses, her high cheek-bones and full lips, she looked an imposing picture, but then he looked lower, and almost laughed outright. Her business suit was slightly wrinkled, the buttons in the wrong order, her blouse was untucked and stuck out beneath her coat. Her skirt was even more wrinkled than the coat, there was a small tear in her hose, not very noticable but somehow he could pick it out, and last but not least, the thing that actually DID make him burst out laughing, was what was adorning her feet.
A pair of muddy, worn-out, over all filthy Doc Martin combat boots with their laces strewn all over completed the "office rebel" look.
Following his gaze, Ren blushed bright red, and realized that she was in such a hurry she didn't even watch what she was putting on her feet. Looking at the man with blonde hair that appeared as if he would faint, she looked away and met with the disapproving gaze of a woman who appeared to be in her late 60's.
"Ren Winters, I presume." there was still laughter in his voice and it made her blush even harder, I just made a fool of myself infront of my BOSS!! she reminded herself to mentally gang beat herself when she got home.
"Uh...yeah, that would be me."
- I know , sucky ending, but hey, I"M TIRED!! :p lol, i'll write soon!!
-Rin-koi!!