[The Project][Part 7]


This is not good. What could they possibly expect me to have accomplished in such a short period of time. Oh god, they can’t be reconsidering me on the Project at all, could they? Just last week they said I was the only one that could possibly find the solution. Sheer panic quickly engulfed Mave, her body shaking from fear, fear or premature failure. Her hand moved to the computer mouse, but could not bring herself to drag the cursor across the screen to the notification. All her hopes and dreams, her aspirations and ticket into every future history text, all hung on the click of an email. She had to know though, if her life’s pursuit had already come to an end…

A single click brought the email to full screen.

“Dr. Mave,

Your presence is required at 11:30 am in room 4001, on the 75th floor.

President of Hosp Corporation”

The man was certainly not one to waste words to appear sociable, and why would he need to appear so when he practically ran the nation from behind a mahogany desk? The man did not even need to play politics, any more at least, because they all came to him now. Anything he wanted he was given, usually at no disadvantage to himself or his company. Such power, he always had hid from society and the media at all costs. It was extremely cliché but everyone knew that and had no difficulties in finding humour in such a practice. Mave fully understood the need for the paranoia; how else could protect himself from other countries that may go as far as kidnapping to discover his secrets instead of paying for them. So, as much as she hoped he would be present at the meeting, she dreaded the mystique of his superiority over so many people. It was intimating and exhilarating all at once.

Mave replied to the email, stating as simply as possible that she would attend. She had to employ every faculty she had to prevent herself from typing question after probing question about the nature of the summons, and who would in fact be in attendance. This was not the first time she had received a summons request signed by the president of the company without him being there, but those were for small assignments only involving her direct superiors but never their employer. There was never a reason before to worry about his presence but now everything, right down to the smallest look from anyone who could potentially make or break her career. Even talking to the wrong coworker could impact her work ethic or how her demeanor was viewed by others. Nothing could be left to chance, not anymore.

Thinking quickly, she canceled the locking of her desktop and brought her email back to full screen in order to email her subordinates again. This time she demanded that they have printed proof of their progress and an outlined action plan that was time stamped when completion of their tasks is expected. She stressed that this plan would, not might, be shown to the people that issued their pay cheques. They had only 30 minutes to gather enough information to save their careers. Mave could only assume that meant something to them and that they would be up to the task. Breathing deep, Mave knew she was up to the daunting task of saving her own career if that was what this was. Although pain-stricken, a strange calm was over taking her, allowing her to continue collecting the supplies she would need to take home with her and compiling the profiles for her subordinates. She had about an hour until the meeting. Mave securely packed her laptop and hardcopies in her satchel, stacked the low priority files for her trip to her subordinates’ office, grabbed prepared outline of her own timeline she created the moment she received the Project, and locked everything else in her desk drawer.

She believed herself ready for anything.

Mave grabbed what she needed and headed to her office door. She turned and surveyed the space to make sure everything was in its proper place before her departure. Convinced she could accomplish no more before setting off, she locked her office door and began making her way to the elevator, but not before seeing in to Kayden’s office. The door was now open, showing an empty desk that had the look of never actually have been used. Well that did not take long. I knew that man was too easily distracted to actually sit for more than a few minutes to accomplish any sort of work. Mave shook her head and continued her way to the elevator, she had to concentrate on the larger and far more stressful task of remaining calm for her meeting. Boarding the elevator, she was lucky enough to catch one that was empty, and so hit the fourth floor button. Elevator now descending, she waited patiently, holding the button down so her trip would not be halted by others waiting for elevator on a floor in between where she was and her destination.

The 30 minute deadline had not expired yet but Mave expected something to be prepared by now, and the remaining time she could critique what they had and still needed. The elevator stopped moving and after a few moments the doors opened to a small tan-coloured lobby with a long hallway to the right. The floor was mostly used for the storage of office stationary and laboratory equipment, like glass accessories and safety supplies. Mave found this floor wholly uninteresting, especially when compared to her own floor where each associates’ office was large and had an adjoining laboratory space with only a few cubicle offices for employees whose functions were mainly secretarial. The two individuals who were working under her shared a generous corner office space that was specifically outfitted with six heavy-duty computers that were designed fully equipped with all the software they could possibly need and enough processing power to accomplish any task en masse. This meant they really had no excuse of laziness, a plague that seemed to have spread to every floor of the building.


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