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Rough Chapter 3

I woke up at 6:30am the next morning and got ready for my first shift at GeneCo. Luckily, I have Thursday nights off at the club so I had plenty of rest for this Friday morning. The first thing I did was take a hot shower. It was quick but it woke me up and made me feel fresh. After I got out I made myself a piece of toast and one small cup of decaf. I didn't have much of an appetite but I knew that if I didn't eat something that I would regret it later on; I didn't want to be too jittery either, hence the decaf. After my breakfast I went back into my room and changed into a plain black pencil skirt and a plain white t-shirt. They said that they would have my uniform ready when I arrive so I figured that I should wear something simple. I blow dried my hair and applied some make-up. I've seen some of the Genterns at public events who have had their face caked with make-up. I suppose they, or should I we, are expected to look perfect. It was just like how my boss expected us to look at the club. I didn't plaster myself with make-up, but I did play it up a bit more than usual than my everyday look. It wasn't much. I just curled my eyelashes to make them more noticeable and I applied some red lipstick, just like Carla had in during my interview. After that, I quickly straightened my hair and headed out. By the time I was outside and waving for a cab, I checked my watch and saw that it was 7:20am. Good, that meant that I had plenty of time. I may even arrive early.

Finally, I was able to flag down a cab. I hopped inside and was greeted the driver. He smiled at me through the rearview mirror.

"Where to, little lady?" he asked.

"GeneCo headquarters, please." I asked.

"You got it, sweetie." he replied, putting the car in drive.

I politely smiled at him although I was inwardly cringing. I hated it when people called me things like "sweetie", "honey", "doll face", "baby" "sweet thing", or any other of those stupid pet names. I especially hate it when guys call me "candy pants"; that's one that I hear a lot at the club. It's so incredibly degrading and not to mention annoying. I knew the cab driver didn't mean anything by it though, he was an old man and he was probably just being friendly. At least he didn't whistle or wink at me like some of the night cab drivers do.

Anyway, we arrived at GeneCo headquarters and I thanked the driver, paying my cab fare and giving him a nice little tip just because I was feeling generous. He thanked me and I stepped out of the car. I walked inside and headed to the front counter.

"Excuse me." I ask the secretary. "I've just been hired by the company. Where do new Genterns report?"

She looks up at me with a bored expression. She blinks and then answers me. "Level 13" she states.

I nodded and headed towards the elevator. It took me the level I needed and I stepped out, taking a deep breath. 'This is it.' I told myself. 'Just breathe, Andrea. You can do this.' Sure enough once I stepped into the room I found a few other girls waiting in line while another Gentern with a clipboard was assigning them uniforms. I took my place in line and the girl in front of me turned her head and gave me a once over. I smiled and greeted her awkwardly.

"Hey, I'm Andrea. It's pretty exciting to be here, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She said, turning back around with her nose up.

I easily shrugged it off. It would take more than to deter me. Plus I knew that I could be just as bitchy at certain times. I eventually made my way to the front of the line where I was greeted by one of the head Genterns.

"Name, please."

"Andrea Reyes."

"Reyes, Reyes, ah yes, there you are." After finding my name on her clipboard, she handed me new uniform, an extremely short white dress, white high heeled shoes, and the trademark red face mask. "Go ahead and change into this and once you're done return to this room and we'll assign you your time card."

I nodded and went to change in restroom. The dress was shorter than I thought. In fact it just barely covered my ass. I tugged on the skirt a little but it didn't help. Oh, well. Everyone eases is going to be wearing the same thing anyway. I readjusted my mask and headed out back to the room. The other new girls were already there waiting in a horizontal formation. I took my place in line and we waited for further instruction. We each stood awkwardly on our high heels before Carla showed up and began handing out our time cards.

"Welcome, ladies. It's great to see you all again. Now that you have your uniforms and time cards, we'll proceed with your orientation. Please follow me."

We did as instructed and during the course of the next hour we followed her around the building as she told us the history of GeneCo and how important it was for us to help maintain the company's prosperity. She explained that being a Gentern was indeed not all fun in games and the job required a certain mentality. We listened as she went on to explain our duties as she led us around the storage room, where all the organs were kept. I tried to ignore the smell of fresh blood in knowing that I was going to have to get used to it. This job was going to my first real field experience. Of course I did go through tests at the university. My class had to take a trip to the mortician and examine a corpse of a person who had died without being repossessed, cut open for us to identify all the proper organs. Naturally it would be the surgeons that would be handling the real work and we would be mostly doing skin grafting and check-ups. However, we still needed a vast knowledge of the human body if were to recommend surgery for those who needed it.

After passing up the parts, we were taken to the room where all they kept the real good stuff: Grade A Zydrate, very clean, and very pure. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who could feel their skin tingle and their fingers twitch just a little. Yes, like many in the city, I used to be a zydrate addict. Make a note of that, USED TO BE. I've been off the stuff for three months now and I've been doing very well. I haven't had a single craving or withdrawal. You might say that getting a job where I would be surrounded with an abundant supply of the stuff wasn't exactly the smartest decision. Perhaps you're right, then again I guess I can look at this as a challenge, a test of my self control. Sure, I can do this. Besides, I just need to remind myself that my stupid addiction was just another money sucker. I stared as Carla took out a small vial and showed it to us, lecturing on the importance on how it shouldn't be abused.

Finally the tour was over and we ended back where we started. "Okay ladies." Said Carla.

"Now that I've given you a tour of the workplace, I'm going to assign your work stations where you'll receive further training. Okay first up-"

"Just a moment!" called out a familiar voice. We all turned our heads to see Amber Sweet and her brothers approaching. GeneCo's new CEO was standing proud on her high heels, clad in a skimpy pinstriped business suit. It seemed that her newest features included striking purple eyes and long wavy, auburn hair. She was gorgeous all right, but the surgery was definitely noticeable. She walked up and stood right in front of us, curving her perfectly pink lips into a smile.

"Good morning, ladies." She greeted.

"Good morning, Miss Sweet." We replied in unison. I have to admit, it was a little nerve wrecking to see her in person. Sure she had made some public appearances (when she wasn't high off her rocker, that is) but she was the boss now, and with her crazy brothers on each side of her, she could easily get rid of any us at the snap of her finger.

"It's good to see you all here today. Congratulations on being selected. Carla is one of our most trusted Gentens and I expect you all to prove that she made the right choice of recommending you."

We could do nothing but smile and stay still. What were we supposed to say to that? She was putting both Carla and the rest of us on the spot. Amber continued to look at each of us with that plastic smile while Pavi proceeded to wink at a couple of new girls, making them blush and giggle. Luigi had that same usual, half-bored half pissed off expression. He caught me glancing his way and glared at me. I quickly looked away and placed my hands behind my back, trying to appear innocent.

Amber then turned her attention to the girl standing on my right side. "You, what's your name?"

"Ginger." Answered the girl.

Amber nodded. "Pavi, come here."

Pavi nodded and took a place next to Amber. "How may I be of assistance, sister?"

"Just a minute. Okay, Ginger I want you to pretend my brother here is a regular, Geneco customer. Try and convince him to into a surgery."

"Um, okay." Ginger cleared her throat and smiled at Pavi. "Welcome to GeneCo, sir. Can I interest you in some surgery today?"

Pavi sighed and shook his head. "No, no, no. You must sell yourself, mia cara."

Ginger gulped. "Um, I'm one of the best, sir, and I say that you could really use some surgery."

Pavi frowned and placed his hand on his forehead. "Wrong, all wrong! Are you trying to insult me?"

"N-no, Mr. Largo, I would never insult you. Let me try again-"

He put up his hand to silence her. "I think we've seen quite enough."

Amber nodded in agreement and sighed in disappointment. "I agree. I'm sorry, Ginger but I just don't think that you're cut out for this job. I'm going to have to ask you leave the premises."

Ginger's eyes widened in horror. "Please, Miss Sweet, I know that I can do bet-"

"You heard the boss! Get your ass out of here, now!" Luigi yelled at her and brought out his knife.

Ginger screamed and ran out of the building, crying. We all stared out after her, shocked. I figured this job would be tough but I never expected that someone would get fired on the first day for that little of a screw up. Now I knew for sure that I had to make sure to get on Amber's good side.

"Dammit, Luigi! I told you to keep your toys in your room! At this rate, you'll scare off all the help! Now put that damn thing away!"

Luigi grumbled and cursed under his breath as he tucked the blade back into his pocket. "Okay, I think that's enough for one day. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you. Remember, it's your job to make our company look good. Have a nice day, ladies. They're all yours, Carla." She then glanced my way. "Except you, you come with us. I have some questions for you." I was stunned as she beckoned me over. What could she possibly want with me?