Well, this could have gone dramatically worse; more so, anyway. Since when do I give up without a good fight? It's time to get up, and show her what I'm made of. "I have no idea what you are talking about, to be perfectly frank. " I assure her, lying obviously. "Why would I access company files? I'm sure I have better things to do, rather than searching through crucial documents."
"Who said anything about this being, because you seeked out a file?" Mrs. Starr raises one of her well shaped eyebrows, her crimson hair flowing by her shoulders. "As for having better things to do... I'm fairly certain that I have... an inkling into what you're on about." she calmly carries on, her voice a gentle wave amongst a spectacular storm.
"Excuse me?" I sassily reply, scoffing at her words. What does she think I do? Be a Calvin Klein model? She has no idea how I spend my time. Fixing me with an intruguingly …show more content…
"It's not long, but it has been a hell of a ride since then- gangs, and police- basically the entire works." I ponder the painful events of my brief vigilantism.
"Sounds pretty awful." Karen sympathetically empathises, taking me aback slightly. Never in one million years, would I expect to hear Mrs. Starr to comprehend my tribulations, markedly that she is a corporate billionaire. "Everybody has trials, even superheroes. Oddly, they are the ones that always have the most difficult solutions." she gently taps me on my shoulder.
Just as I was about to parley further, the elevator door swooshes open, and we step out in a professional unison. "Welcome to research and development, primarly used for experimenting with new ways of transportation." Karen proudly briefs over the deafening noise of heavy machinery. "However, my head designer has a knack for making equipment, so, he will be seeing you from know on." she coolly adds on. How does she know? Apparently, she
"Who said anything about this being, because you seeked out a file?" Mrs. Starr raises one of her well shaped eyebrows, her crimson hair flowing by her shoulders. "As for having better things to do... I'm fairly certain that I have... an inkling into what you're on about." she calmly carries on, her voice a gentle wave amongst a spectacular storm.
"Excuse me?" I sassily reply, scoffing at her words. What does she think I do? Be a Calvin Klein model? She has no idea how I spend my time. Fixing me with an intruguingly …show more content…
"It's not long, but it has been a hell of a ride since then- gangs, and police- basically the entire works." I ponder the painful events of my brief vigilantism.
"Sounds pretty awful." Karen sympathetically empathises, taking me aback slightly. Never in one million years, would I expect to hear Mrs. Starr to comprehend my tribulations, markedly that she is a corporate billionaire. "Everybody has trials, even superheroes. Oddly, they are the ones that always have the most difficult solutions." she gently taps me on my shoulder.
Just as I was about to parley further, the elevator door swooshes open, and we step out in a professional unison. "Welcome to research and development, primarly used for experimenting with new ways of transportation." Karen proudly briefs over the deafening noise of heavy machinery. "However, my head designer has a knack for making equipment, so, he will be seeing you from know on." she coolly adds on. How does she know? Apparently, she