Derek was abruptly interrupted by Wyatt slamming his head onto the
steel wall beside them. “Come now, Derek. I think your little reunion
time has expired. The boss wants to see you.”
“
Oh good. Now I can punch him in person.”
The elevator lurched into motion yet again, only this time they just kept
going up. It took them almost a full ten seconds to arrive at their
destination. Wyatt didn’t lie very often. Derek observed the
holographic sign in front of him as the door opened. The golden tinted
glow of the sign had the words “Executive” popping out of it. “You’ve
heard of the CEO of USOC, right? Martin Coves, not terribly good
with a laser rifle, but he sure as hell is a good orator. Damn convincing
if I say so myself. Like Hitler, only he’s actually helping to build society,
not separate it.” He paused for a slight second before stopping to say
“That was a bad comparison. The door’s at the end of that hall.” Wyatt
pointed down a luxurious gold plastered corridor with seemingly
timeless and no doubt priceless pieces of art. Some centuries old.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here. You don’t need me to hold your hand
to talk to the boss man.”
Derek didn’t have much of a choice. He proceeded down the brightly lit
hall and stopped in front of the door to knock. The door looked
antique. Quality wood. Ancient wood. The only other thing on it was a
gold plated name plate. ‘Martin Coves, CEO’. As Derek raised his
hand to knock, the door suddenly opened and standing in the doorway
was a smiling man with grey hair. He looked like a stereotypical CEO.
He was nearing his seventies, but his access to increasingly advanced
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