by Aerin Rose
Blonde upswept hair, black pinstriped pantsuit, lacy pale camisole. She’s like walking moonlight. Tim mistakes her for a reporter.
“I’m sorry, this is a restricted area. You can contact the front desk in the morning for an interview.”
“No, Dr. Dalton, I’m here to see you.” She advances on him with predatory stealth and berry-moist lips. He lets her push him back into his office, onto the immaculate camel-colored leather couch.
Tim flashes the smile that says “Here I am, brilliant and single, corporate success at the age of thirty-seven, perfect hair, and a rock-hard six-pack. Of course you’re here to see me.”
He almost doesn’t hear her ask about the bird.
“BIRD - Bio-Imaging Regenerative Device. Nanotechnology that facilitates the connection between synapses, like a bird flying from branch to branch. Research conducted by Dalton Labs. Paid for by a private Alzheimer’s foundation.” Her crisp recitation efficiently snuffs his flame-bright smile.
“Secretly sold to the CIA to rewire the brains of suspected terrorists.”
Shit. He knew that contract would bite him in the ass.
“Look, if you want exclusive rights to the story, I’d be willing to work something out.”
“You underestimated your backers.” Her voice slices through his bluster. “Don’t worry. After I rewire those charming synapses of yours with your own technology, you won’t even remember to feel guilty.”
The full-pane windows display the skyline, drowning in the inky darkness of the Bay waters.