Sofie
Walking into work is still one of the most exciting things I can do in a day.
Walking into these halls, I feel like I'm in a movie. Everything seems so sterile, and important and monumental.
The work I do here is going to echo throughout the future of humanity.
Yes, it is just an internship. The type of thing that is usually a precursor to your real career. But with these in posing and — I'll just say it — all inspiring surroundings, it is impossible to forget the importance of this research that I am just starting to embark on.
Dressed no more fancy than if I were going to hit Whole Foods or pick up a couple of bottles of cheap wine, I still don't feel especially self-conscious wearing my jeans and a white blouse even here at the epicenter of innovation.
There are few white lab coats sent intimidatingly fancy suits wandering around the corridors of BioKin. Put in a facility full of researchers, it's not too surprising that it's casual and even sometimes sloppy dress that is known to rear its head.
My work here is fairly independent and my days are becoming routine, even though I still feel like I'm in some huge Hollywood production where the smartest and most illustrious scientists in the world are gathering to figure out how to solve the problem that will save the universe.
Not to get too ahead of myself, but I still feel like what we're doing here is pretty important.
All of that aside, my days here are becoming routine.
I make my way to my cubicle, and my computer terminal. It all begins with a simple push of that on the button, and my machine starts initializing, readying its set of complex programs that will present me with challenge after challenge until another day is finally done and I can send a complete set of data upstairs.
Upstairs.
Maybe I can go there one day.
The fact it’s so close by, my dreams under the same roof, stimulates me in more ways than one.
It makes me feel so stimulated, so enlivened, that my body temperature is now climbing steadily, as is my pulse.
With a long career stretching out in front of me, simply having a job that I enjoy seems like a heady enough ambition, but never in my wildest fantasies...well, dreams, did I think I’d find a workplace that makes me feel so physically, well, enlivened.
This is just an internship, no less, and I’m getting more excited about it than now. A lot more excited.
Which seems kind of weird when it hits me that I’m still sitting by myself in front of a computer monitor, a keyboard and mouse waiting for me to start plugging away in much the same way that I’ve been doing, often mechanically, on autopilot, for months now.
I take a deep breath, consciously filling my lungs to capacity. I hold in the air with my eyes closed, trying to take myself away from the rote tasks looming over the next few hours, not thinking about anything, trying to calmly clear my mind so I can just calm the fuck down for a second and get into work mode.
I have so much enthusiasm today, and that must be a good sign of things to come at BioKin, but it’s not translating to motivation easily.
I exhale slowly, evenly. There. much better, I think.
I look at the plain spreadsheets and graphs laid out across several different windows on my work terminal. They don’t look any more inviting, even after my breathing exercise, even with my unbridled passion still going strong.
My passion for my work, the sort of passion that still has my heart racing – not racing in a scared or anxious way that feels uncontrollable, but in a positive, healthy-feeling way, like after a good run, or a good...
Fuck, it’s not work that has me so worked up right now, is it?
Here I am, assigning myself such noble impulses, but I’m afraid it isn’t the long, slow push of methodical research that’s making me feel so hot.
That’s the word for it, not enlivened or anything like that. I’m feeling fucking hot.
My poor workstation. I don’t know how much action it’s going to be getting today.
I’ve got other kinds of action on my mind.
How does Elijah Kennedy exist in reality? He’s such an unreal creature, a work of masculine art too fantastical to believe.
But I believe what I can see with my own eyes.
I close my eyes again to replay delicious reality. Just a moment of indulgence, then I can get to work.
A gorgeous limousine, somehow both glamorous and tasteful, unlike anything you’d see in the movies, and a private jet fitting that same profile – Elijah knows which trappings of success to choose, and how to choose them with the utmost taste, and how to use them.
Elijah knows how to use a lot of things with indescribable skill. His fingers, which he utilizes with a delicate power that, fuck, I need to stop.
I open my eyes, my work is still there, in the same position, mocking me. But Jesus, that stunning footlong cock.
I push my chair back, look over my shoulder to see if anybody’s lingering in the vicinity. It’s not like anybody can read my thoughts, but it’s not like I planned to go off on this flight of fancy in public.
His brain, though. Elijah powered his way to where he is largely on intellectual prowess. His brain is sharp, vigorous, secure in its own might, and he appreciates me with all of it.
I try to let go of my Elijah mist flooding my mind, only to find Lucas poking his way in with his dedication to me, and his determination to stay humble and human in spite of his extraordinary life so far.
But Lucas is still there, and so is Oliver. That fiery red hair and breath-taking cock, without warning my thoughts become hungry in a way that’s new to me – there’s not just one set of daydreams, or even two; there’s a trio of wonderful paths paved with memory and fantasy that I wouldn’t mind taking just about now...
“Morning, Sofie.”
I nearly jump out of my fucking seat. I don’t know what I look like to my supervisor, she couldn’t have been standing there for too long, but I’m openly spacing out. She’s usually very kind and understanding—let’s see how things shake out this time.
I swing my seat around, maybe a little too fast, to face her.
“Phew, Charlene, you scared me. Didn’t mean to jump like that, sorry.”
Charlene gives me a small, genuine smile. She’s not much older than I am but seems content with where she is in the organization.
“What? You were deep in focus, no need for apologies.”
Deep in focus, that’s a good one. If she really believes that, great. If she’s joshing me a bit, that’s fair enough I guess.
“Yeah, that’s me, Charlene. You know how it is sometimes.”
Charlene’s face holds its expression.
“I may not be seeing too much more of you, Sofie, so may I offer you some advice while I have the chance?”
Oh, fuck.
“What does that mean? Why won’t you be seeing me?”
My heart’s starting to race again, but not in exhilaration. What did I do that was so fucking bad, anyway?
“Don’t be modest. That’s my advice. Not everybody’s as dedicated at every moment the way you are, so don’t pretend it’s some common experience.”
I can’t keep panicking, but this seems fucked. I let myself zone out for a few minutes and Charlene’s hitting me with this over-the-top sarcasm as a lead up to God only knows.
“I’m just an intern,” I complain, letting a fearful and angry thought slip out.
“Not for long.” How can Charlene sound so delighted while she threatens me? “You’re moving upstairs.”
“Wait, what?”
Charlene’s smile broadens, and for the first time since getting to work, I feel a wave of relief wash over me.
“This is one of my favorite parts of the job,” she says. “I wish it happened more often, with more people here, but you know you’ve been killing it, and the rewards are starting for you already.”
Upstairs.
That word’s at the route of it all; the desire to just sit around all day and consider the triad of good fortune in my life.
I hold back most of a huge grin, but there’s no stopping my eyes from going wide with wild glee. As if my own thoughts weren’t enough, I feel like I’ve won the lottery of going upstairs.
Lucas.
Oliver.
And fucking Elijah, for crying out loud.
It’s almost too much, but I’m going upstairs and getting an unexpected chance to see my mind-blowing triumvirate in the flesh and spend time with all of them.
“Don’t let it get to your head too much.” Charlene is amused by my expression and chiding me jokingly.
“I know you weren’t expecting this today, but I hope you’re ready.”