Chapter Four: The Interview
Carly dressed herself. In the following weeks, Nevel had turned out to be… helpful. It was odd that her old foe was so sweet to her.
As it turned out, he wanted her to look into the Institute. And to do that, he needed someone outside of the FBI to access their files. Most everything was closely guarded at the school itself, but they did have some files backed-up at a Seattle business.
Carly brushed her hair, trying her best to look professional. The plan was simple; she would go in as a student looking for an internship. After completing an interview, she would hook up a flash-drive to a computer on the network which would automatically scan for Institute files.
She curled her hair into a bun, tucking the drive inside. The young woman took a breath, and released it. The time would come that she would have to act; that was when the real problems would surface.
Carly rode the bus to the building. Stockman international was a secure data storage corporation. Not even the feds could break in from the outside. It was only by manually hooking a device onto a computer in the network that she could retrieve any data.
"The most important thing," Nevel explained, "Is that we keep the Institute from knowing we are investigating."
Carly nodded, agreeing to help.
Though very, very reluctant (now regretting her choice) she had consented for several reasons.
The first was obvious; it was the right thing to do. The Institute was a danger to everyone. It needed to be stopped.
The second reason was that the FBI agreed to help with living expenses. With Spencer in the hospital, Carly needed the assistance.
The final reason she agreed was the most important of all; Freddie. He needed help, he needed her. The best way to keep him safe was to cooperate with the FBI and bring down the Institute. Hopefully, the agency would be merciful when prosecuting him.
Carly Shay stepped into the shower. Thoughts drifted through her mind. Unfortunately, when she tried to 'take care' of some business, she found herself… not in the mood.
It was very surprising. Her body had long since recovered from the strain of her activities with Freddie. It was not as though she no longer felt the urge; if anything losing her virginity had only stocked her fires.
The burning desire exploded within her as she thought about her time with her lover.
That was something else new to her; she had a lover now. Carly felt grown, like a woman handling her own problems. However, she was currently having problems handling her own womanhood.
The beginning was the same as always; she locked the door (Spencer aside, she did not want the FBI barging in on this too) and turned the showerhead to 'pulse', business as usual, really, She imagined herself at that waterfall, with the spectacular fruit.
Then nothing happened. Sure, she felt a rise in her heat, but… touching herself was no longer enough. Carly needed more.
It was hard to describe what she felt; or rather, what she did not feel. It was like lip-synching; the motion was there, but none of the meaning.
Finally she gave up. The poor creature would have to wait for her lover to return before dealing with her cravings.
Carly toweled off and dressed in a suitable outfit. It was very conservative; she was not going to show off her body for this interview. The outfit was not too comfortable, but hopefully it would make a good first impression.
Eventually, she got to the Stockman building. The interview was held in a conference room. There was a table with six spaces in the center of the room. Mr. Dorski and Miss Shay sat across from one another. She concentrated on answering with the goal of getting to an unsecure computer.
Mr. Dorski opened the interview with a series of basic questions; date of birth, work history, and name. Carly answered each to the best of her ability. Mr. Dorski jotted down notes as swiftly as possible.
"Are you in a relationship?"
Carly frowned. It was a bit personal a question, but due to the secretive nature of the firm's holdings, it would make sense that they ask personal questions.
"Not exactly."
Mr. Dorski jotted that down, "Have you had intercourse with him?"
Carly's eyes bolted open, "Excuse me?!"
He looked down his nose at her, "I asked if you and Freddie had fucked. Do I need to repeat myself?"
Carly swallowed hard. She had not thought about the fact that her interviewer was a middle-aged Russian male, nor considered how cold his scarred face appeared.
She took a breath, and then sighed, "We have a life that you can never know." She held his gaze with quiet strength, "You Institute psychos, you think that you have to be cruel to survive. You're wrong; Freddie loves me, and we share a pleasure you will never know."
Anger creased his brow, "I killed the man who was supposed to interview you. He is in the closet behind you."
Then he left. Carly's heart pounded when the lights shut off.
The door creaked open behind her.