I couldn't resist calling it Wasp Industries, after the Girl with the Dragon Tatoo, which is where I got most of the ideas from. I love Lisbeth Salander.
The Rani.
Wasp Industries.
Three Years later.
Ursula Potter, wearing an immaculate black suit with a dark green blouse, polished high heels, wearing fashionable sunglasses, and carrying a briefcase, walked through the lobby of Wasp Industries, acknowledging with nods peoples greetings. To the visitors, it was like soldiers giving their superiors salutes, everyone was stiff backed when they spoke to her, even though it was no idle feat. Flanking her, like two massive hulks, were two bodyguards.
Ursula didn't take chances.
As she walked up to her office, she spoke to one or more people at once, asking for status reports and files on this and that. Ursula didn't pause in her steps to her office, something her employees were used to. The woman seemed to know everything. Wasp Industries was based in San Francisco after Ursula had fallen in love with it, and it was better here than the shit hole that was New York, and the building wasn't too excessive. It had been built to her specifications inside a fairly dilaphidated section of the city.
The outside of the building had an immaculate car park, immaculately trimmed grass and flowers carefully weeded. The building itself was like a block of white stone, but it was more than that. Ursula had made the building, her building, into an impenetrable fortress with security systems that would frighten off even the most hardened escape artist.
Ursula's office, however, gave rise to her hobbies. She had a chemistry set in here, passionate paintings, posters in frames of some of Wasp Industries biggest and most lucrative inventions.
In the centre of the room was a strange green circle, which was an incongruous shade of colour on the featureless floor. Ursula crisply placed her briefcase and sunglasses on her desk, and walked over to the massive window. Although it looked and resembled glass, it was actually a metallic alloy that was transparent, held inside a steel frame. Ursula looked down on the carpark and the entrance to her building for a moment, then she walked back to her desk, and crisply sat down. She started up her computer, tapping in a code to preserve her privacy. There was no way anyone could hack into her systems, not unless she wanted them to, and even then they would be hard pressed to do so.
She pressed a button on her desk, and her secretary knocked on the door a moment later.
" Come in." Ursula ordered.
Samantha Granger walked in, dressed neatly as her boss and walked in punctually. Ursula took the time to study the woman. Sam Granger was tall, willowy with long and curled brown hair, tanned brown skin and brown eyes. Ursula knew her cousins and family loved in Britain, but Sam had moved to America to find her work and fortune.
Ursula had snapped her up, and being paid a salary of $45,000 a month may've seemed stupid to some, but Ursula was a good boss and looked out for her employees.
" You sent for me?" Samantha asked.
" Yes, I would you to get me the reports from the space lab. I wasn't given them when I came in."
Wasp Industries had a rule, to always give the updates to the Boss whenever she asked. Privately, however, Ursula had used drugs to enslave them to her will. She hadn't done so with Samantha, the girl was " loyal " to the last, and Ursula wasn't stupid enough to leave her bits and pieces lying around, and anyway the door handle was isomorphic. One to one, they answered to her alone, just like her computer. The code was for extra security.
Samantha nodded, she was about to leave when Ursula asked. " You took a month off, Sam, where did you go?"
Surprised at the question, Samantha responded quickly. " I went to Britain to visit my family." She replied.
That was all Ursula wanted to know, she just nodded and said, " You can go."
Truthfully she knew that Samantha was being ordered to spy on her, she didn't know who by though. She tapped in on her computer, using the genetic profilling taken from Samantha's handprint on her desk and on the door jamb. The desk was a clever thing, it contained an extra skin that read the genetic code and energy signature of the person using it.
Ursula read the results. The woman had indeed gone to Britain for a month, and according to the profile, it was because of a man called Albus Dumbledore, who had been her teacher at a school called Hogwarts. It taught magic. Ursula hissed through her nostrils. She'd heard of the school before. This process was called temporal profiling, and she'd used it to scan the timelines of all her employees, but she'd never done it with Samanthas.
It seemed that Samantha Granger, like her cousin Hermione, were witches, and Samantha had attended the school first and now Hermione was attending it, and was in her fourth year. Ursula had to sneer, magic? Seriously, the energy signature in their bodies was nothing but zero point energy that was refined. Nothing more. Why was Dumbledore calling her back if she'd finished three years ago?
Apparently, Dumbledore had told her Ursula, her boss, who he'd read about in a magazine, was in fact the daughter of two of his followers, Lily and James Potter, and that he wanted to know everything she did.
Well, Miss Samantha Granger, she thought darkly, you wont find anything on me, just yet.
Samantha Granger had been gone from her chair in just 20 minutes, having had a temp take over at her desk. She was carrying the files from the space department in her arms, her heart pounding. She didn't like spying on her boss, who'd always treated her with respect and kindness, in her own asocial way. Unlike her cousin Hermione, she didn't believe all authority figures were gods, but Dumbledore had blackmailed her.
Dumbledore had approached her, through her cousin, and told her Ursula Potter was the sister of the Boy Who Lived, Darren Potter. How was that possible? He told her that he needed to know what she was doing, and she was to send reports to him through his phoenix, Fawkes. That was easier said than done, and she told Dumbledore, and the Potters who were in the room with her, that Ursula was paranoid, she didn't leave anything lying around for others to find, and she didn't let anyone enter her office, not unless she knew about them beforehand, and Ursula was easily displeased. She was also unforgiving, and whenever she fired someone it was for a good reason, and if that person had tried to steal something from the labs then they would have everything taken away from them. Everything! Dumbledore and the Potters had been shocked by that, which satisfied her no end. She'd always believed the Potters and Dumbledore had their delusions of grandeur shoved so far up their backside it was laughable.
She arrived at the desk finding the temp sitting there, reading from a stupid girl magazine, and pressed the intercom button.
" Yes." The crisp voice said.
" It's Samantha Granger, I've got the reports."
Silence.
" Come in."
The door opened, and Samantha walked in. Ursula was working on her computer, checking reports on this and that, she looked up briefly at Samantha.
" Excellent, leave them on the desk please."
Samantha left, not seeing Ursula's gaze on her back.
When Samantha was gone, Ursula got up and walked through a security door, showing her retina print and various other security procedures, walking into a concealed laboratory.
The room was massive, dark and when she walked in the lights came on at once. The walls were bare and metallic. Dominating the massive room was a huge saucer shaped object. Ursula smiled at it. This was the Area 51 saucer. Ursula had teleported it out of Area 51, raiding the files as she did so and stealing the ship in one go. The heist of the century! It amused Ursula no end to laugh at the arrogant American government and military, who lorded it over the rest of the world.
The hanger also contained her time machine and some of the equipment she'd taken from the time traveller. The hanger was like a block of concrete and steel, and it was an impenetrable cube with no chance of anyone getting in or out. Besides Ursula had thought up a good few of the security systems. Activating the perimeter system, Ursula got to work.
The saucer and the time traveller's items were the reasons behind Ursula Potter's wealth. Patenting several primitve versions of the time travellers gear set her up, and Ursula had moved over to San Francisco, commissioning a building firm to do the work for her, and hypnotising some of them to build and camouflage the hanger as they did.
Thanks to the time travel book she'd learnt the ship had existed, along with other pieces of junk, and she'd worked on stealing it all, and the advances she'd made on all of them was phenomenal. She'd improved computer science by 40%, taken over a car company and started producing cars with hydrogen fuel cells, created home appliances that used less energy but was twice as efficient. Through the use of hypnotic drugs, Ursula had been able to buy thanks to the boards and the owners numerous car firms, setting them up under her wing and Wasp Industries, and produced hydrogen fuel cell powered cars.
It didn't take long for the technology to become truly accepted. The fuel cells making petrol obsolete, but Ursula had worked fast, and she moved the energy firms away from coal, oil and nuclear and into fusion and efficient solar power.
But Ursula had other ambitions, and most of them were still in her mind.
