The Billionaire's Possession (Voted Best Reads for Cats)

Chapter 11/I love robot mouth freshness

Emily made me buy the most glittery sequin cocktail dress in north America by Marc New York. It was almost indecently short but looked like I was covered in flowing gold. It was a busy day, not only to get dresses and things but to have a crash course in table manners. We went to a quiet but expensive restaurant. The table cloths there made of crisp thick linen the seats were described as un-fake leather. I looked at the array of knives and forks arranged either side of the plate.

"Okay," began Emily "the secret about these complex arrangements is not to panic. anguished face 😧 Remember no one else knows what they're doing either. If the staff are well-trained they won't appear to be fussed or tell you off, so no help there. The only thing you have to remember is to start from the outside and work in. Each set of knives and forks goes with each course. When you have used up the stuff either side that's generally time for the spoons and stuff at the top. Relived face😌."

Just then a heavy pierced man in a leather jacket came into the restaurant and gave Emily an envelope. Emily reached over to the shopping bags she was carrying and pulled out a fat envelope which she passed back to the man. He opened it and I could see the thick folio of notes. He checked briefly then use the envelope to salute and said "Nice doing business with you, Smilie face."

Nice to see someone speak her language. After he left I looked to Emily. 

"What was that about?" I said fearing that she just done a drug deal.

"Was just a little something to round of my gift to you forgivingly such a lovely day, colon, minus round bracket, sorry you don't speak latin, smily face 😀" Said Emily. She did she pulled out a small beautifully designed handbag I'm handed it over to me. It felt it had some weight in it.

"Open it up" she said and I did.

There were the obvious things in it, lipstick, eyeliner, but what was immediately obvious were the cards. I pulled the driving license out. It was still warm and the picture was of me. I recognized it because Emily had taken the photograph with her phone after the visit to Macs. That have been a bit weird because the Cosmetics giant had joined up with Apple computers. So all the shops now sold computers, phones and make-up. I looked at the name on the driving licence, Kaitlyn Edan, It said I was 21.

"Wow" I began "this is wonderfully illegal."

"The credit cards and the American express account is real. Alexander set them up for you there's real money in them if you want it," said Emily.

I looked at the cards they looked genuine but they all were under the name Kaitlyn Edan.

"I'm not sure how I could pay all this back," I said.

"You don't have to. A beautiful woman like you never owes anybody anything she doesn't want to give. I've always believed you should walk like you have a big part to play in the theater of life and everybody should write their own script. ... smiley face 🙂" said Emily.

"Why is Alexander doing all this for me?" I said.

"Why do you think? Stupid question, we have all been infected by T14. He likes you. He wants you to like him, why else." Emily looked at her wrist. "Come on we have 20 minutes before Alex arrives. Onw this one last thing.

Finally we rushed to a quiet tattoo parlor. As I went in I recognized the man who had brought the fake ID.

"I thought you might like a near field injection," said Emily.

Near field injections with the latest in spending technology. They inserted a tiny chip the size of a fuse into your arm. With this, you just had to wave your hand near a scanner and it authorised the purchase of something. Before the virus, many people had been worried about this. Now people's intelligences had dropped concerned had also disappeared like drops water on a hot stove. You had to be over 19 to have one but given everyone forgetting everything it had become a wild success and the 'yooff'  generation loved it. 

"Try it. If you don't like it I'll take it out. Sometimes they come out spontaneously anyway" said the punk tattoo owner.

I knew this was the twenty-something equivalent of having your ears pierced. Everybody looked at me fairly expectantly.

"OK," I said.

The punk used is hand to placed my arm on a leather rest on a chair. He asked me not to look. There was a sound of compressed air and a sharp pain no worse than getting an injection. By the time I looked at my wrist he was already putting a plaster on it. I looked at my arm near my wrist. The punk tapped it and it showed the time. I realized that this is what Emily had been doing to her arm. Between the shoes and the implant, I felt very grown up. Worst case I could dump the implant pulling it out like a splinter. It was getting late in the afternoon and it was time to phone mom and meet Alexander in the car. 

A/N Who will be with Alexander in the Car?  You will have to wait until Thursday to find out. Thanks in advance for your wonderful support, it's hardly been two weeks add Billionaire's Possession has shot up to #119 in the SciFi charts.   We are hoping that we might break into the hot 100 over the next week or two ( perhaps saying it will jinx it - perhaps you should vote or something to make sure it doesn't happen ) which would be a really fantastic achievement.  Naturally, we don't make,  reads and votes - it's all a tribute to you and we honour you for it.  

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