The next day is pretty uneventful. I am used to the school now and how everything works. Edward is back to being friendly and open, even if he does make a point to keep the conversations light and about nothing all that important. Cheer practise is getting better as well. I look less uncoordinated when I do the dance steps and the tumbling is as second nature to me as breathing.
When I get home I decide to have another crack at the research paper for Government. With a dramatic and unnecessary sigh I type 'EM Manufacturing' into the search engine.
Once again I'm assaulted with page after page of tabloid sites. I scroll past them and find the one I'm looking for—good ol' Wikipedia.
EM Manufacturing was founded in 2008 by the current CEO, Edith Mackenna. The company's primary function was designing bio-weaponry, however in more recent years it has focused more attention to genetic manipulation.
There is much attention focused on the CEO due to a New York Times article stating that the author of the article staked the company's main office hoping to conduct an interview with the CEO. Sandra Thompson, the journalist, was unable to gain an interview with the elusive Mackenna, nor was she able to even get a sighting of the CEO after spending a week watching the building. After the release of the article, many 'celebrity photographers' took it as a challenge to get a photo of the CEO. Five years later, and they are still unsuccessful.
I am utterly bored, and equally disgusted. EM Manufacturing is even worse than I had thought. They didn't make bombs; they made weapons that were designed to potentially wipe out an entire race of people within a heart-beat. I'm about to exit the window when the picture of the front of the company's main office building catches my eye.
I've stared at it for a while trying to figure out what had made me pause when I see it—a flash of bronze poking out over the top of the black Mercedes parked in front on the building. I've only seen hair that colour once, and it belongs to a boy that has no business being at that building as far as I know.
So what was Edward doing there?
AN; I'm moving places in a couple of days and there's lots to get done, so updating might be a bit erratic for the next week or so, and I might not have internet for a couple of days once I've moved in. Just warning you, so ya don't think I've abandoned the story again :)
So, judging from the reviews I get, some of you lovely readers are starting to make certain connections... I guess we'll all know in a few chapters if you're right :) Oh and 200+ reviews! You guys are amazing. I'm always surprised when I see I've got another one, I never really think anyone's gonna read my stories. So a great big thank you! And I'm sorry if I don't reply to the reviews to the last chapter, I'm a little run off my feet at the moment. Is that even a saying? I feel like I got it wrong, and oh look I'm rambling. Need some serious sleep. Cheers :)