Davis Kenny hunched intently over his computer, hacking. All the pieces where there. The trail of dollars, the hidden secrets, the lines to the top. It was all connected, and it was smart. He felt rocked, but he was never saluted first, so it wasn’t it a good way.
He continued to hack furiously away when the door opened – shit – and he quickly alt+tabbed off his current screen, which was displaying information which could stun the political world, to a harmless browser window displaying child pornography.
He settled for throwing his jacket over the monitor and turned to newcomer. It was Monica Smalling, a molecular biologist physicist philosopher he had seen around the office from time to time. She was as smart as she was sexy and she had a man’s confidence with woman’s hands. She didn’t need anyone, although he suspected she harbored a deep secret (a smart one) that made her put up walls around herself. And she had huge tits. All this flashed through his mind in seconds, coupled with images of his dead mother. The whole thing was confusing.
“Kennedy?” she said surprised, walking into the office. “What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you the same question” he responded smartly.
“Yes” he moved his rook into checkmate position.
“Why though?” she responded. “Seriously, what are you doing here? This is my office.”
Swing and a miss.
Thinking furiously, he grabbed the first item on the desk – a stapler – and showed it to her. “Just needed to borrow this bad boy” he said. “Don’t even remember I was here. I’ll just be on my way”.
“But you were on my computer.” she protested. “Why were you on my computer. And why were you looking at… what was that, child por-”
He cut her off quickly “Look Monica, there’s no time. Do you trust me?”
She looked perplexed. “I barely know you. And you’re in my office. On my computer. So no, I don’t trust you at all.”
“Listen” he said, thinking furiously “I’ve stumbled on to something. Something big. It’s big and it’s connected and it’s smart.”
“I’m calling security” she said, pulling out her cell phone.
“Wait!” he said. “What if I told you a portion of what I found. Just listen. I’ve been doing some research. Do you know of corporations?”
“Yes..” She paused in the act of dialing
“Right, well what if I told you that corporations… don’t always work in the best interests of the consumer!!!”
She stared at him incredulously “What are you saying?”
He dropped his bombshell “I have information here that shows corporations really just want money. And the government is involved somehow”
The phone dropped out of her numb, lifeless fingers. “That’s.. that’s fucked up” she whispered.
“And smart” he reminded her. She was drawn into his web. But would there be enough time?