''Welcome to Apollo Industries, Employee or visitor''
''Identification number please''
''Thank you Angelia, Any messages?''
''Yes, the CEO would like to see you in his office at precisely 10:30''
Ben let out a sigh as he nodded to Angelia, who sat behind the reception desk in her angelic grace. She lifted her pale delicate hand to tuck a lock of her glossy red hair behind her ear. Hard to believe she wasn't human, Ben thought to himself as he watched her eyes glaze over for a quick second, a flurry of images appearing infront of her hazel eyes for just a moment, before she turned and smiled her soft pink lips at Ben, then looked back to the screen infront of her.
Ben stepped into the lift and pushed in the button for the 7th floor. As he waited for the lift, he looked at himself in the reflection of the smooth metal walls, straightening his tie as he hummed along to the sound of the elevator moving up through the floors. What could the CEO want, he thought to himself.
He placed his black leather satchel down beside the neat metal chair that sat outside the CEO's office. As he sat, probably waiting for the loss of his job, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the recent newspapers.
Apollo industries deny destruction of Kinetics land.
Ben furrowed his brows and pressed his finger to the screen of the phone. he dragged his fingertip across the screen and flicked the web page into his lap.
'Apollo Industries CEO Charles Matrock denies the destruction of Kinetic homes and land, blaming the Shamans'
'The CEO made the statement following the report of lands being burned and harvested in order to collect more of the Ambrosia mineral. It is not unknown that Matrock has a dislike for the Kinetics and the Shamans, but this is his largest urge yet to stir tensions between the clans, who use Ambrosia to fuel their powers..'
As the door to the CEO's office opened, Ben quickly screwed up the virtual story and tossed it into the trashcan opposite him. He got to his feet and looked to the office, as a Dexar worker ducked under the door frame.
Ben wasn't opposed to the alien race, he neither loved them nor hated them. Yes they were somewhat aggressive, but they redeemed themselves with their intelligence and medicinal technology. Though they were one of the most intelligent races in the Universe, Their appearence could say differently, They were almost eight feet tall with a variety of skin tones ranging from blue to caramel brown, Their faces were a somewhat human shape, though the males had large crests extending from the tops of their heads. The military Dexars cut these down in order to wear armor easily, though the others left them. They were huge and broad shouldered. On their hands they had three fingers that were suprisingly nimble, and their feet were some what similar to a T-rex's. Their eyes were similar to a cats, though their pupils were horizontal as opposed to vertical, their nose was slightly raised from their faces and their mouths were similar to humans too, they had normal teeth with longer fangs.
''See you later Clak'' Charles called out after the Dexar, who huffed in reply and waited by the lift
''Ben, in you come'' Charles nodded his head to Ben who followed him into the office.
''I'm guessing you read the story in the press?'' Charles asked as he stared out of the large window at the back of his office, looking over the city as he clasped his hands behind him.
''Yes I did sir'' Ben nodded, taking a seat in the uncomfortable office chair sat infront of Charles' desk.
''Not good news, not good news at all'' Charles shook his head.
Charles Matrock was a middle aged man, he was aging well, his formerly black hair had only small strands of silver threaded through it, it somewhat humanized him. His stare was cold and calculating, and his face was in a near constant frown.
''So, the council has decided we need to improve relations with these...people, and you are the man for the job''
''Me?!'' Ben raised his eyebrows in suprise, he hadn't worked at the company for very long, he was only twenty two and held a menial job in research and development.
''Yes, you're young, approachable, friendly, attractive as I've heard'' Charles nodded, looking back over to Ben.
''You're leaving tomorrow afternoon, We'll sort everything you need, Do us proud Ben''