I listened to the clicks of her heels on the tiled floor. She had a perfectly paced walk. Each step was exactly 0.8 seconds apart. Yes, I timed it. The iconic red bottom heel of Christian Louboutin was the only type of heels she wore. They demanded to be heard, they craved the attention.
Perhaps it just made women feel powerful. Or I just focus on irrelevant facts to store that information. I guess that would be my flaw. I needed to know everything. No, no I’m not saying I’m perfect. I’m just as flawed as any other human in this world or parallel world…
The point is, I’m happy with who I am. I’m not satisfied yet though. I still need to learn so much more, there can’t be an unknown in my life.
I looked up as she took her 11th step which was the distance from her desk to my office. Yes, I counted. I watched as her blurred figure tugged at the hem of her skirt and lifted her hand to knock on my frosted glass door. It was frosted white so that no one could watch me work. I guess that was due to my slight paranoia. Two quick knocks ended the silence and she opened the door.
“Mr Nova we are ready for the first test run.” Alveera Rose stated and gave me an excited smile. She was even more excited about the project than I was. Which was odd. I funded this 57 million dollar experiment, which was equivalent to the price to launch a rocket. In all the years she has been my assistant, I’ve never seen her this interested in one of my projects.
“Right,” I replied after clearing my throat. That was a habit. The throat clearing. So I never had to face the embarrassment of...