Wendy began to cry once more. "I don't know what to say, Connor..."
"Oh, Scientist General, there is nothing to say." The Chancellor smiled widely as he opened his silken, white coat and reached inside with his right hand. He retrieved a small, clear data pad and placed it gently on the table. "It's all yours," he said as he placed two fingers on the electronic device and slid it toward Harold and Wendy.
Harold extended a hand across the table. "Thank you, Connor! This means a lot!"
The Homeland's dictator accepted the gesture with a nod. "I know it's not a mansion, my friends, but it beats your tiny apartments." The man lightly drummed the table's surface with his fingers, observing the cheerful couple exchanging excited glances at each other and the data device. "Well, I must be off; I have an appointment with the T'choulian ambassador." The Chancellor rose from his seat and turned to leave. "...you sure you didn't set this up, Harold?"
"Sir?" Harold asked turning his gaze from Wendy toward Connor.
Connor laughed observing the very real, perplexed expression on Harold's face. "Nevermind. Why don't you two go and christen all the rooms in that house a few times. I don't want to see either of you around here for a week."
The Chancellor snickered and shook his head as he exited through the alumiglass door. "Have fun, you two!"
"I bet you this was Geneticus' handiwork," Harold whispered as the door closed. "It told me it had a surprise for us."
Wendy clapped her hands together. "Alright, let's go talk to the A.I. and see what that fool has done now."
Cenerea, 3rd planet from the star Letria. Regalius, The Homeland, Central Region,
The Capitol City, Chancellor's Capitol Building, Chancellor Santum's Office,
Forty-One Cenerean Years Ago
"The Chancellor will see you now, Mr. Bouri," the pretty receptionist said, her large bosom resting on the edge of her desk as she leaned over it to call the waiting scientist.
"Those look fun," Harold thought as he walked by.
Harold found Connor standing by the window sipping a drink and staring out over the city. "How are you today, sir?" Harold asked.
"Stop with the 'sir' formalities, Harold. You do that every time," Connor said with a grin.
"I'm sorry, sir...dammit. Connor. It's a habit."
"I know, my friend." The Chancellor walked over to his large desk and sat on the edge. He lifted his drink before him. "You want one?"
"Nah, thanks though. I got to work tonight and that Arcturan stuff you drink, it's pretty damn potent."
"Kinda like those women," Connor added.
"You can definitely say that, again," Harold said with a laugh.
"I'll send you a few boxes," the Chancellor said. "It's getting difficult to acquire since the workers began acting up down there."
"That'd be great, I'd appreciate it," Harold replied. "I'll just have to try to pace myself."
Connor laughed. "Good luck with that one. Anyways, since we're on the topic of addictions, what about that Wendy Powell?"
"Sir? Um, I mean, Connor?"
"You got a thing for her, right?"
Harold crossed his arms. "Yeah, she's my boss and I like her. That's true."
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Geneticus Book One (COMPLETED)Science Fiction
This is the second book in the Geneticus Series. There are MASSIVE SPOILERS in this book that will absolutely ruin the first one. If you have not read Book Zero, here's a reason to do so.