The shadowy figure tapped his long, jewel-encrusted fingers on the marble
desktop. Clenching his hand into a fist he slammed it on the desk and
shouted out in rage.
"How dare those dirty, disgusting low-lives do this to me!!" he screamed, standing up. "They don't even deserve to live let alone harm my men!" Turning in a billowing of velvet robe and expensive scent he strode across the room and threw open the door. He shouted out a few names and three little men came scurrying up to him. "Send out a search party, I want these rats found, you hear? I want them found within the week or you can bet you'll be joining them, got it?" he said in a low, threatening voice. The little men nodded and bolted down the corridor. Smirking in satisfaction the man returned to his leather seat and settle down comfortably. He leaned forward and pressed a button on the phone on the desk. "Secretary, send in my daughters," he mumbled and turned his seat to the door. A "yes sir," crackled across the speaker and the door was flung open as three identical looking girls ran in. The only way to distinguish them was by their height. It was as though someone had split a pretty blonde girl into three ages, 6, 9 and 12.
"Daddy!" they shouted in unison. The man greeted them with a friendly hug and sat the smallest on his knee. The oldest spoke first, stroking the head of her copy on her fathers' knee. "We just heard about what the rats did at your facility Daddy," she said in an almost mocking tone of sympathy. "We all want nothing more than to catch them and punish them." The middle girl nodded in agreement and hugged her older sister.
"Why did they do it Daddy? Didn't we help them? Why are they being so ungrateful?" she asked. The man smiled.
"They did it because they are lower beings and don't know any better. We are their superior, remember that," he said, ruffling her hair slightly to her giggles. "We tried to help them but they wouldn't accept it. They aren't as intelligent as us; they don't know when they're being helped. Don't worry about them any more, they'll all be gone soon." He smiled sadistically, bowing his head to hide it from his daughters. "Now go and tell Cook what you want to eat tonight and tell Secretary to get in here, okay?" he added cheerfully. The girls all nodded and ran out laughing, oblivious to what they were assisting. A tall woman with large round glasses and brown hair in a bun behind her head came bustling into the office, stopping a few feet in front of the desk and clutching a file.
"What can I help you with sir?" she stuttered. The man proceeded to tell her the plans to find the rats and what to do with them when they were caught while she took notes. Once he was done she walked back out of the office, her heels clicking on the stone floor. Closing the door behind her she almost ran down the hall to a small office of her own. It wasn't nearly as grand; Secretaries were not made to have large offices. Just as she was opening the door an identical looking woman flew past her, mumbling a greeting to her but obviously too busy to stop. She wore the same grey flannel dress, the same tan stockings and clutched the same black file. Adjusting the glasses on her nose, Secretary smiled after her clone and walked into her room to start her work before she got shouted at. Slowly she sat down at the small metal desk and opened the file out at the notes she just made. Glancing up at the computer screen in front of her she positioned her fingers over the keyboard and breathed in deeply. As if someone had flicked a switch in her, she started typing at mechanic speed. Not taking her eyes off the notes she wrote yet not making a single mistake. Her three pages were typed up in less than a minute in perfect format. Wiggling her fingers slightly to combat the aching, she commanded the computer to start printing. As it did, she felt an overwhelming urge to sort out something. Looking around her office she saw that all the pieces of paper were in their right files, all the files on their right shelves and all the shelves labelled. Her desktop, plain chrome, like the others, was tidy, her drawers were organised and yet she still felt this feeling, almost like a craving. She sighed in relief as the printer stopped; finally she had something to do. Grabbing the work she ran out of her office and to the municipal photocopier at the end of the hall.
Secretary of Gillian joined the queue behind Secretary of Shaper as Secretary of Plain stood in front. They vaguely nodded to eachother but stood in silence, clutching to their files, their only possession. Each had the same desire to do what they were engineered to do and so didn't have the time to speak. They didn't have anything to speak about, as it is each Secretary kept their bosses work to themselves, as they were programmed. They waited for Secretary of whom-ever to finish her work and moved forward one step at the same time.
"How dare those dirty, disgusting low-lives do this to me!!" he screamed, standing up. "They don't even deserve to live let alone harm my men!" Turning in a billowing of velvet robe and expensive scent he strode across the room and threw open the door. He shouted out a few names and three little men came scurrying up to him. "Send out a search party, I want these rats found, you hear? I want them found within the week or you can bet you'll be joining them, got it?" he said in a low, threatening voice. The little men nodded and bolted down the corridor. Smirking in satisfaction the man returned to his leather seat and settle down comfortably. He leaned forward and pressed a button on the phone on the desk. "Secretary, send in my daughters," he mumbled and turned his seat to the door. A "yes sir," crackled across the speaker and the door was flung open as three identical looking girls ran in. The only way to distinguish them was by their height. It was as though someone had split a pretty blonde girl into three ages, 6, 9 and 12.
"Daddy!" they shouted in unison. The man greeted them with a friendly hug and sat the smallest on his knee. The oldest spoke first, stroking the head of her copy on her fathers' knee. "We just heard about what the rats did at your facility Daddy," she said in an almost mocking tone of sympathy. "We all want nothing more than to catch them and punish them." The middle girl nodded in agreement and hugged her older sister.
"Why did they do it Daddy? Didn't we help them? Why are they being so ungrateful?" she asked. The man smiled.
"They did it because they are lower beings and don't know any better. We are their superior, remember that," he said, ruffling her hair slightly to her giggles. "We tried to help them but they wouldn't accept it. They aren't as intelligent as us; they don't know when they're being helped. Don't worry about them any more, they'll all be gone soon." He smiled sadistically, bowing his head to hide it from his daughters. "Now go and tell Cook what you want to eat tonight and tell Secretary to get in here, okay?" he added cheerfully. The girls all nodded and ran out laughing, oblivious to what they were assisting. A tall woman with large round glasses and brown hair in a bun behind her head came bustling into the office, stopping a few feet in front of the desk and clutching a file.
"What can I help you with sir?" she stuttered. The man proceeded to tell her the plans to find the rats and what to do with them when they were caught while she took notes. Once he was done she walked back out of the office, her heels clicking on the stone floor. Closing the door behind her she almost ran down the hall to a small office of her own. It wasn't nearly as grand; Secretaries were not made to have large offices. Just as she was opening the door an identical looking woman flew past her, mumbling a greeting to her but obviously too busy to stop. She wore the same grey flannel dress, the same tan stockings and clutched the same black file. Adjusting the glasses on her nose, Secretary smiled after her clone and walked into her room to start her work before she got shouted at. Slowly she sat down at the small metal desk and opened the file out at the notes she just made. Glancing up at the computer screen in front of her she positioned her fingers over the keyboard and breathed in deeply. As if someone had flicked a switch in her, she started typing at mechanic speed. Not taking her eyes off the notes she wrote yet not making a single mistake. Her three pages were typed up in less than a minute in perfect format. Wiggling her fingers slightly to combat the aching, she commanded the computer to start printing. As it did, she felt an overwhelming urge to sort out something. Looking around her office she saw that all the pieces of paper were in their right files, all the files on their right shelves and all the shelves labelled. Her desktop, plain chrome, like the others, was tidy, her drawers were organised and yet she still felt this feeling, almost like a craving. She sighed in relief as the printer stopped; finally she had something to do. Grabbing the work she ran out of her office and to the municipal photocopier at the end of the hall.
Secretary of Gillian joined the queue behind Secretary of Shaper as Secretary of Plain stood in front. They vaguely nodded to eachother but stood in silence, clutching to their files, their only possession. Each had the same desire to do what they were engineered to do and so didn't have the time to speak. They didn't have anything to speak about, as it is each Secretary kept their bosses work to themselves, as they were programmed. They waited for Secretary of whom-ever to finish her work and moved forward one step at the same time.
