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Brennus Adel sat in his lavish office at the height of his career. The velvet lined, high backed chair was his perch, but his seat was the CEO and Founder of IRIS. Once it was a small division nestled gently under the careful, nurturing arm of its parent company GenCorp, IRIS grew quickly to become the leader in human genetic modifications. Even so far as to break away from it’s womb and compete on a relatively admirable level with GenCorp. IRIS stood out from its competitors by providing a complete alteration to the human genome of unborn children, at a price of course. Simple alterations like eye or hair colour and physical specifications had been practiced by a number of companies for years, but always on fully adult and mature beings. Tampering with unborn children had been a social taboo in the early days of genetic modifications, IRIS’ propaganda with the help of the waning power of religion had seen to ushering that idea out of the populace’s feeble minds. Not only could the basics of appearance be calculated and altered only several weeks after conception, IRIS promised its customers the academic and social success of their children. It was with this promise and a warlike front of advertising that IRIS was able to build its position as one of the top companies in the field of genetic modifications.
The comm-line on Brennus’ metallic desk chirped itself to life as his secretary’s voice beamed into his office. “Good afternoon Mr. Adel, I’m just informing you that your
“Thank you Ms. Fitzgerald, please see her in.” He sat back and keyed the comm-line into the off position. This was going to be a very important meeting and he wanted absolutely no interruptions. Adel turned his chair to face the double doors leading out of his office. The doors slid swiftly and silently apart as Ms. Fitzgerald guided his appointment into the room. He gazed for a moment, seemingly stuck in a dream; she was striking, wearing a taut black bodysuit that complimented her womanly curves. The woman’s long black hair was pulled tightly back and braided into a long tail. Her pale skin was set off against her full scarlet lips and firm facial features. Brennus’ eyes roamed her cool exterior like a hungry shark intent on its next meal, but he restrained himself; he of all people knew that as vastly beautiful as this woman was, she was twice as lethal.
“Bonjour Monsieur Adel,” the woman’s voice cut through the moments of silence that followed her entrance, she was used to people being stunned when she entered a room and even though Mr. Adel was her employer and had met her on many occasion, she was somewhat surprised at his expression of lust upon her entrance. Brennus faced his assistant and gave her a subtle nod to indicate that she would not be needed
“Welcome back to IRIS Lyonette,” he offered her a chair and she sat, her poise was graceful yet he knew she remained on guard at all times. “I trust, of course, that your business in Hladir went accordingly?” Brennus knew the answer already from the news reports or course, small talk was just another method in business to test the other party, regardless of the fact that Lyonette had never shown loyalty to anyone but IRIS, but there was no reason to get careless.
She responded concisely as always, Brennus delighted in hearing her voice with its French undertones and subtle sensuality that she projected, “Of course Monsieur Adel, ze President was most cooperative during ze negotiations.” Glorious, she was indeed the perfect person to have handled the job, even in private conference with the one who had given her the order, she never allayed that she had in fact killed the president of Frost Worth Enterprises. In Brennus’ mind she was the perfect dispatcher, a superb individual to carry out, to the letter, any of IRIS’ more sinister dealings. The president of Frost Worth Enterprises had been secretly funding a group that was attempting to gain support in the CORE and Government Inc. for regulation of prenatal gene modifications. Brennus couldn’t have that, so he had sent
“Good,” he replied, there was a genuine cause for celebration tonight, but he was focused on dispatching Lyonette on her next assignment. “Lyonette, do you remember the business with the ‘Les Enfants Vides’ project that took place four years ago?” He watched carefully for her reaction but she merely nodded her affirmation. Slightly disappointed, Brennus continued his explanation, “We’ve recently uncovered a terrible mistake that we need corrected immediately. One of sources indicated that someone outside of IRIS has knowledge of the endeavor. Do you have any idea what would happen if this project was exposed to the media? To Government Inc.?” He gauged her reaction again, again she merely nodded, her attitude was one of disdain. He knew that she
“This one won’t be as easy; we need him extracted carefully and quietly. It will be all too easy for this to go awry and slap us in the face, so I want your utmost attention devoted to this, we cannot afford any slips here. As always the full resources of the company are at your complete disposal, I suggest you use them as needed. The target’s name is Trix Tremor, find out what he knows and bring him in, I want this assignment completed within the
“It iz my duty to serve ze company Monsieur Adel. Your wishes will be carried out with all ze speed of God behind me.” Lyonette affirmed her orders even though Brennus knew she would not refuse, lethal as she was, loyalty seemed to be high on her honour list.
“Ms. Fitzgerald will have all of the information you need Lyonette. IRIS once again thanks you for your loyalty, good luck with the assignment. As usual, any further attempts to contact myself or other executives will be useless; your job is not officially sanctioned or recognized by our company.” Same old drama, he imagined that every single CEO in
“D’accord Monsieur, au revoir.” Lyonette stood, gave a small bow and proceeded to leave Brennus’ office. He gave her a quick nod goodbye before she turned away from him, informing his secretary to accommodate
From the wooden cased, satin-lined humidor on his massive desk he pulled out a sweet smelling cigar and prepared for a quick relaxation before a return to the normal corporate activities of his life. Brennus smiled to himself as he lit up the hefty cigar; this matter would be at a conclusion sooner rather then later, and as for
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