“Where in the hell is my furniture?”
“You moved all your stuff to Hank’s and he won’t give it back,” Granny informed me.
An intense thrill shot through my body, but I tamped it down immediately. I was done with him and he was surely done with me. No one humiliated an alpha and got a second chance. Besides I didn’t want one… Dwayne’s snicker earned him a glare that made him hide behind Granny in fear.
“Did you even try to get my stuff back?” I demanded.
“Of course I did,” she huffed. “That was your mamma’s set from when she was a child. I expected you’d use it for your own daughter some day.”
My mamma…My beautiful mamma who’d been murdered along with my daddy. The possibility that the Council had been involved was gnawing at my insides in a bad way.
“I have to compartmentalize this for a minute or at least a couple of weeks,” I said as I stood in the middle of my empty bedroom. “I have to do what I was sent here for. But when I’m done, I’ll get answers and vengeance.”
“Does that mean no vacation?” Dwayne asked.
I stared at Dwayne like he’d grown three heads. He was getting terribly good at rendering me mute.
“That was a good question, Dwayne.” Granny patted him on the head like a dog and he preened. “Essie, your mamma and daddy would want you to have a vacation before you get killed finding out what happened to them.”
“Can we go to Jamaica?” Dwayne asked.
“Ohhh, I’ve never been to Jamaica,” Granny volunteered.#p#分页标题#e#
They were both batshit crazy, but Jamaica did sound kind of nice…
“Fine, but you’re paying,” I told Dwayne. He was richer than Midas. He’d made outstanding investments in his three hundred years.
“Yayayayayayay!” he squealed.
“I’ll call the travel agent,” Granny said. “How long do you need to get the bad guy?”
“A week. Give me a week.”
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Excerpt from PEYTON 313
(Book 1 of Cyborgs:Mankind Redefined)
by Donna McDonald
Chapter 1
“Dr. Winters, how can you refuse this kind of money? Chancellor Li and I approved Norton’s offer of twenty million solely because you are the last original cyborg creator. More is simply not a possibility. Now if it’s the lead scientist position you crave, perhaps that can be discussed as an additional incentive for your return.”
Kyra tried her best not to react too negatively to the giants glaring at her through her monstrous living room com. Jackson had abandoned the seldom used device during their divorce many years ago. She was only using it for the conference call so the UCN chancellors would see her relaxing on her sofa instead of staring intensely at her lab console.
She could handle the pressure they were exerting on her to return to Norton because she had no intention of going back. But it was not fun to face down several frowning impatient men whose every frustrated expression was being projected directly into her wide-eyed retinas. Luckily her far beyond Mensa level brain discarded her rising nervousness as it reminded her that there was no reason to be intimidated by an optical illusion. She had met all the chancellors many times. Most of them were much shorter than her five foot ten inch height.
“Gentlemen, I am deeply honored that you have taken the time to contact me this morning. But however inconceivable it might be for Norton or the UCN, my retirement has nothing to do with money. My plan is to find a more satisfying use of my skills. As you know my specialty has always been military cybernetics, but the final war has been over for almost a decade. There is no research being done at Norton right now that suits my desire to better the world we live in. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I am morally opposed to installing the behavior modification system in children.”
Kyra watched as Chancellor Owens fought not to roll his eyes at her adamant statement. He was a thoroughly detestable man and she didn’t understand how someone like him had managed to become the UCN’s head chancellor.