Doris is so hooked to her phone that she didn’t know when someone entered the laboratory, she jerked and dropped the phone when she felt a hand on her shoulders. The scent was unmistakable.
“Dr. Richmond?” she gasped still facing away from him.
“You’re all tensed up Doris,” he half whispered, one of his hands still rubbing her shoulders, he bent down and picked up the phone.
“It’s not what you think doctor; I was just trying to help out. I mean, this guy didn’t do anything,” Doris launched into a babble of explanation, she could almost hear her heart thumping loudly through the lab coat and despite the cold temperature of the laboratory, beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.
Her father could get really angry and she just pray he doesn’t have one of those scary mood swings she had experienced once before, the experience was still fresh in her memory; she had just turned eighteen then and they were back home in Los Angeles.
She didn’t know exactly what came over her then but she had brought a boy home and went to the extent of showing him around her father’s private laboratory, when he came home and found them making out in his private research lab, he nearly killed both of them and the dude finally escaped with his head still intact and ran home, swearing never to near their neighborhood again; that day, Dr. Richmond broke a lot of things in the house. Doris just cried all through the day, the look in her father’s eyes was beastly and for a moment she disbelieved if he was the good dad that taught her everything she knew.
“I thought as much,” he exhaled heavily and turned her around to face him, his bespectacled eyes boring holes through her,
“I have warned you severally not to involve yourself, that guy is a criminal and is making millions of dollars off this corporation for some dumb technology ideas he sold to the corporation some years back, now those fucking cash should be ours and much more when I’m through with my projects. I’ve got a plan, Doris and don’t ever mess with it, am I understood?” he said.
“I understand,” she stuttered.
“Now, I’m going to make sure he is arrested for what he did and don’t ever try something stupid again. Write down the password of this phone on a piece of paper and hand it over,” he commands and she quickly tore up a page from her jotter and wrote down her phone password.
“Now, that’s a good girl. We’ve got lots of work to do, get back to it,”
“Alright father,” she said
“Now!” he shouted and she jerked and walks back to the monitors, tears welling up in her eyes.
She felt pity for Derek; she’s not a fool and there was something about him that made her not to believe all the stories she’s been told.