Chapter 2: Meet Zoicite Clark
With an impression of delicate power and polar warmth, Amy Anderson strode down the hall, ready to start her day. Her unbuttoned lab coat flew behind her, as she strode to the lab. Turning a corner too quickly, she almost ran into someone. With a grim knowing of who that someone was, she stopped before she hit him. Without a second glance, but a quick "sorry," she walked around him and continued on her way. Zoicite, the person who she nearly ran into, quickly seized her arm before she could go any further. Shocked, Amy stared at the hand that grabbed her, and then locked her intense gaze on the green eyes that stared at her with amusement in his eyes.
Flashing a charming smile Zoicite spoke to her in a friendly manner, "What's the hurry, Doctor?"
"Some of us have a load of work to do, so if you don't mind I have to be going somewhere now."
"Need any help?" He queried.
"No thanks," she replied quickly, walking away from him speedily.
He called after her, "I don't think you have much of a choice!" She stopped again, turning slightly to stare sideways at him. "After all, we are partners!"
When he finished, Amy uttered a small "come." She slowed her pace, so that he could walk beside her. After a moment of silence, Zoicite spoke again, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. The boss wants to see you in his office immediately."
"Now you tell me, after I walked this far," Amy muttered.
Turning swiftly around, she left him. He smiled at her back. Zoicite knew it was going to be an amusing day for him.
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"Amy," Mr. Tatolow grumbled over the Flash. The blue screen reflected in his beady eyes, but Amy doesn't notice it with her head bowed low.
"Hold on a second…" He was very busy reading something from the Flash.
Amy raised her head slightly as she thought violently, 'Stupid Jerk, he couldn't wait to get rid of me. He wants to steal my work and claim it as his own. All he wants is to get the Supervisor to fire me for his own gain. Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk... Me and my big mouth. Why did I have to go and make him mad? What did I do to deserve this?'
"Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy," Mr. Tatolow said, while turning his chair from side to side with every syllable.
"Yes Sir?"
There was an eerie silence while he pressed his palms together resting his mouth on his fingers.
'This is it,' Amy thought wildly, 'This was the end of her career here at Nano Corporation.'
"Amy!" He shouted, slamming both palms hard on his desk. Amy jumped in astonishment as the noise echoed in her ears.
"Yes Sir!"
"Amy, Amy, Amy," he said again. Then he jumped up and literally shuffled towards her, his arms outstretched. He crushed her small body to him in a tight hug, crushing her in the process. "Good going kid! I'm so proud of ya!" He shouted into her ears. "Thanks to you, Nano Corp. is getting another billion!" He released her, shaking her hand with enthusiasm. "Keep up the good work, kid!"
And before she could say anything else, the boss shoved her out of his room and slammed the door after her. She could still hear his muffled cries, "Good kid, good kid!
In relief, Amy sighed, murmuring, "He didn't tell him…"
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Zoicite stood in front of a computer, giving it commands, while lots of other hard-working scientists walked passed him like a flock of birds. Sometimes they ran into each other, sometimes they stopped to say hi to someone they knew.
He recognized the sound of Amy Anderson's footsteps coming from behind him even over all the commotion. When Amy stopped and stood behind him, still thinking that she was unnoticed by the man, she took a deep breath, ready to speak.
Being a shrewd and nimble man, Zoicite voiced his words, before she could even breathe a word, with eloquence and ease, "I hope it went well, Doctor."
Amy nodded, while he slowly turned to look at her. She pursed her lips and gazed up at the ceiling for a moment. Zoicite waited for her to speak, knowing that she had something on her mind.
"Mr. Tatolow, he told me he was proud of me," she said with a stern face.
"I know. He told me that this morning." He turned around again, busying himself, knowing that she still had something on her mind.
She stood next to him, and took out her glasses. Putting them on, she looked at his notes.
"You can get a lot done without having me around," she said thoughtfully.
"Yes, but I can get more done if you were here with me. Two heads, after all, is better than one…"
Amy nodded. While they worked in silence for the rest of the day on their own individual parts of a massive project, Zoicite sensed that the girl still had something on her mind.
They were the only ones left in the lab when George had walked in and said, "Time to go home."
Zoicite waved to her, walking in the opposite direction. Before he was too far to hear her, Amy shouted to him. "Dr. Clark, Thank you!"
He didn't have to ask her why she thanked him. He knew what was on that mind all day.
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Zoicite walked into his apartment lazily. He slumped on his couch and closed his eyes. After doing all this, he spoke softly in the room, his words slightly slurred, "Received messages today." The P.C. that was in the corner of his eyes flashed on and revealed a young woman's face on the screen. Without looking at the P.C. he continued, "Transmit messages to central display." The white wall in front of him flashed on, revealing the beautiful young woman to him. Her shoulders were bare, meaning she probably didn't have a top on, but her smile on the motionless screen made her look innocent. Her blue eyes seemed real, staring right at him, and her blonde hair fell pass her shoulders in waves. Zoicite leered at her with nothing but contempt, before he muttered, "Play."
The image started moving. "Hey, Baby," she said with a voice way too sweet.
"Hey, yourself, Gale."
"I just wanted to say hi."
"Or more like bye," he growled.
"I won't be coming home tonight, since I got my hands full."
Zoicite smirked at her.
"So, don't wait up…"
"Gale?" A male voice called out to her in the background, which caused Zoicite to slip to the edge of the couch.
The woman, named Gale, turned slightly around and shouted, "In a minute!"
Turning quickly around and kissing the screen she whispered, "I'm sorry, Baby… But I got to go now."
The screen flashed off and turned to white again. Zoicite blinked at it for a moment before he fell back on his couch, laughing hysterically.
He said out loud, "Bitch, doesn't even have the guts to break up with me. Every one of them is worse than the last."
With that said, he drifted off to sleep. As he slept, he dreamt of a blue-haired angel.
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