The Corruption of Mila

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Author: J.F. Jenkins
it were a fountain. The top was a bright white, and gradually down the length of the building the color went from that white to a dark, deep, royal blue. Gorgeous. Outside of the heights factor, I wouldn't mind working in a building so amazing in the slightest.
    Once inside of Gizmo Corp., I just about stopped in the doorway because I was that blown away. The first thing I noticed was the fine white marble on the floor and the support columns by the main door. Gold trimmed the windows and decorated just about every metal substance in the entry. It could have been fake, but knowing how much money Gizmo Corporation made every year, it wouldn't surprise me if it was all real. A group of mermaids made up the center piece of a large fountain that was turned off for the night. The lighting was dimmed outside of a few small lights at the front desk. A security officer sat there reading a book. Hopefully, Jax wasn't paying the guy too much money, because he seemed like kind of a slacker.
    The guard glanced up at us, getting ready to stand.
    Jax flashed his employee badge as he walked over to the desk. .
    “It's just me, Bernie. Why aren't you at home with the wife? I thought you said you had big plans for the holiday.”
    Laughing, the guard handed him a clipboard. “We don't celebrate Valentine's Day on the actual day. Everything is so busy; it's easier to go out later.”
    “You should at least remember to bring her something home,” said Jax. He signed on the clipboard and then handed it back. “I don't think we'll be in for long.”
    “Well, you know you can be here as late as you want, boss. The only other people here to keep me company are the cleaning staff,” Bernie said.
    Jax waved. “Don't tell me what happens in the book. I plan on catching up to you one of these days.” He led me to the elevator around the corner, placing a hand on the small of my back. I could barely feel it. Jax must not have been sure if that was an appropriate way to touch me or not. I wouldn't have minded, but it was probably for the better he didn't. The vulnerable side of me may have liked it too much, and ever since we had that conversation in the cab, I was definitely feeling vulnerable.
    “What floor are we going to?” I asked.
    He moved me aside, pulled a key out of his coat pocket and stuck it into the elevator. That kind of thing was only supposed to happen in movies. After the key was turned, he pushed one of the lower buttons. I'll be honest and say I was happy we weren't going up. I've heard great things about the observation deck on top of the Gizmo Corporation building. It's supposed to be beautiful and on a clear day you can supposedly see most of the state. Unfortunately, I'd probably be too paralyzed with fear to enjoy the moment.
    The elevator was zippy. It took all of three seconds to go down a number of floors. How many, I couldn't be certain, because there was no indication on the display.
    I laughed nervously as the doors opened and we stepped out into a plain, dark, hallway. “Is this your secret laboratory?”
    “Something like that.” Jax flipped the light switch on, and walked down the corridor to a locked door. He scanned his card, and the door slid open.
    I pouted. “Disappointing, I was hoping it was going to make you check the irises on your eyes or your finger prints or whatever.”
    He laughed. “I'm not a spy. Besides, I designed the card myself. It's practically impossible to copy the coding on it.”
    “Am I going to see something in here that'll potentially get me killed?”
    “Nah, I keep all of those things in my other secret lab.” He winked. “I make computers and phones. Yes, there are things I want to keep hush-hush, but you can relax. Those are all put away and locked up for the night. No confidentiality agreements, no death threats. It's just us.”
    We walked in and were greeted with a sweet, melodic, female voice. “Good evening, Jackson and guest.”
    “Good evening Vanessa,” Jax
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