A.N. I forgot to put the disclaimer in the prologue, so I'll do it here:
Disclaimer: BSSM is the property of one of my biggest idols, Takeuchi-san. Thanks to her I got a character to write about.
Chapter 1: Meet Amy Anderson
"Imagine a small chip that can reduce the size of any object down to the size of a red ant. Yes, gentlemen, this is state of the art nano technology I am presenting today. What happens is the atoms in the molecules that make up any object are downsized. The wiring in this sort of chip hacks into the anatomy of an atom, allowing us to make the atom smaller than it already is. Let me demonstrate."
A twenty one year old woman with shoulder length blue hair stood at the podium. She wore a white lab coat like everyone else in the theater. She held a small chip and a palm-sized remote in both her hands. On her left, a suitcase stood. Carefully attaching the chip to the suitcase she stood behind the microphone of the podium again. "Now, by punching in the chosen percentage on this remote," the woman held the device up, so that everyone could see, "we can choose the exact size you want your object to be."
She punched in fifty percent and everyone watched as the object shrunk to half its original size. The audience applauded and nodded in approval. The woman smiled and waited for the silence to return. When it did she immediately continued, "this invention is a profound step in nano tech. It makes objects smaller and lighter with the prospect of keeping the object the same. Though it is not the same in mass, it is most definitely the same in proportion…"
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The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the deserted lobby. The security guard who sat behind his desk looked over to the glass doors where the foot steps came from. He grinned, recognizing the blue hair. In his hands he held a book with a blue screen. Headlines and news flashed through it every twenty seconds.
"Hey, George!" She stopped in front of his desk and smiled at the balding man.
"Amy Anderson… Did you read the local Flash? Says here, you've done an excellent performance at your presentation. 'Dr. Amy Anderson, twenty one, young mind at work…'"
"Eh, don't talk about it. I nearly had to chase the media away. They just won't get off my back."
"So?" George placed the book down and eyed her curiously.
"So what?"
"Stop playing dumb, Amy. How was it this afternoon?"
"Oh, well why don't you read it in the Flash? I'm sure that will tell you."
"No, I rather hear it from you. Did your nervousness get to you like you said? Did you say something wrong?"
"If I did I wouldn't have come back."
"Then, how'd it feel to be finally recognized as the youngest employee of Nano Corporation? Not to mention the one who created that nano device thingy. And not to mention presenting such a project to the elite scientists of this solar system!"
Amy shrugged, "I don't feel any different. I'm still myself."
"Well, I'm proud of you. Young, but still as professional as the veterans of this mass company. Not to mention the smartest girl I know…"
The elevator door opened behind George, revealing two men. One of the men had a round belly. His hair and beard was the color of snow. He wore a brown suit with a green tie. His beady eyes, that usually saw everything around him without letting everything around him know he sees, were focused on the blonde gentleman that stood beside him. This much younger man was giving a false smile to the bigger man. In contrast to the older man, the young man wore a white lab coat. His clear, green eyes stared right through the other man who was talking and laughing at him, and lingered on the blue haired girl in front of them.
Amy froze, feeling the hair rising at the nape of her neck. Slowly she turned around, taking sideway steps to the closest elevator.
The brown suited man noticed that the young man was looking at something else. He looked sideways and saw what had been distracting his company.
"Amy!" He bellowed exuberantly. "Kid, you did a fine job this afternoon!"
Amy turned cautiously around. 'Darn!' She thought to herself, 'trapped like a scared rabbit!'
"Mr. Tatolow Sir, it's good to see you." Amy said, with a small, strained smile.
The supervisor and owner of Nano Corp wove his way towards Amy, while the young man behind him followed.
Once they reached Amy, Mr. Tatolow turned to his companion. "Hey, Zoicite-my-boy, meet Amy Anderson! You know… the smart genius from the Flash." Turning quickly to Amy he said, "Hey, Amy, this is Zoicite Clark, my new hired employee. He's not that much older than you, only twenty-five—Twenty five! This generation is unbelievably smart!"
Zoicite smiled at her, extending his right hand towards her. Amy took it and shook it heartily. "It's nice to meet you."
"Yes, it is," Zoicite agreed.
"That's it children!" Mr. Tatolow wrapped an arm around Amy's shoulders and pulled her closer to Zoicite. Amy stumbled forward as her mind went elsewhere. "Be on good terms 'cause from now on, you two are partners!"
His last remark hit Amy like a heavy stone. Amy shook her head and nearly shouted, "What? But, Sir, I never had to work with anyone before."
"Well, here's your chance. Get use to it!"
Mr. Tatolow laughed and gave a big whack on the back of Zoicite, who seemed to wince a bit at the impact. Mr. Tatolow walked away leaving them alone, with Amy gaped at his back.
"Hey Samson!" Mr. Tatolow shouted, chasing his secretary down the marble hallway. "Samsoooon!"
Zoicite was staring at the girl with a gleam in his eyes. He cleared his throat a couple of times before Amy finally remembered he was there. "Huh? Oh… I guess I'll show you to your office."
"I already have one at the top floor."
"But isn't the top floor only for the supervisor, Mr. Tatalow and the veteran employees? You're too young to be at the top."
Zoicite grinned. "So? I still have an office at the top floor, but I guess I'll be working in the lab on your floor with the rest of you rookies."
"I am not a rookie!"
"Well, then why are you still on the fourth floor of this building?"
"Fourth floor for me, matters little. Only immature beings like your self, judge by what levels their offices are held in."
Zoicite laughed at this. "You're jealous…"
"I am not jealous. Even if that senile, old, oversized supervisor of ours fires me, I'll find work anywhere because I'm Amy Anderson."
If possible, Zoicite's eyes filled with more mirth as he looked through her raging blue eyes.
"What's so funny?"
"You just called my favorite uncle senile, old, and oversized!" Zoicite gasped through his laughter. Amy's face drained of all its color. This was it. She was going to be laid off.
"Why so silent all of a sudden?"
"I-I-I…" Amy stuttered.
"Too stunned to speak? Why is that? Are you afraid of losing your job?"
Amy pursed her lips.
"The famous Amy Anderson can find work anywhere, so why would she be afraid of losing her place here?"
Amy blushed in embarrassment.
"That's right, now… Bow to your superior."
Amy's head snapped back in pride. "My superior! The hell you are my superior! Go ahead. Go tell the world what I said! I don't care! Let him fire me! I'd quit anyway if I had to work with you!"
Amy turned quickly on her heels and ran to the lady's room without looking back. She was crying.
Stunned, Zoicite looked wide eyed at her retrieving form. George the security guard, who had witnessed the whole thing, clicked his tongue in disappointment. Zoicite faced him.
"Ah, I don't believe we've met, Sir. I'm George, the head of security around here," George spoke casually. Zoicite shook his offered hand while his eyes remained glued to the door of the Lady's room.
"Naw, Lad, she'll get over it, don't you worry. She'll take today off now that you dampened her spirit, but she'll be back bright and early tomorrow, you bet."
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Lilian (lilian413@yahoo.com): That prologue was not written by Amy, but I'm surprised you noticed that it was her birthday. I didn't expect anyone to catch that. ;)
Nova33: If you think Intriguing is a good word to describe the prologue, then so be it. I am not a dictionary, so unique and intriguing does not make any difference to me. ^_^
M.J. & Dr. Cricket: Thanks for reviewing. Glad you like it.