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Micheal Jebailey was the voice of contradiction. Whatever he did he could never make up his mind. Even when he did make it up he couldn't actually ever do what he aimed. I guess it was just his nature. Something in his mind just wouldn't let him.

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I'm a geek and a looser except for the parties. I couldn't handle being with her. But still, Sarah intrigued me. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t figure it out. Why? She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the office, and the lab coat got rid of what little interest was left there, yet still, She intrigued me.

Every time she walked, I could not look away. Every time her head moved, it was art. Even when she fell, she fell with grace.
I couldn’t stop staring at her eyes, though that’s not where it was.
Her words were textured. They didn’t have to mean a thing, but they -in themselves- were beautiful. They didn’t have to mean a thing, but they did. And they were always kind. Maybe that’s what intrigued me. She never spoke a hard word. I suspect she would be polite to a murderer if she got into the situation. She always helped the project she was on, "so as not to be a burden." she says.

Whatever it was, I wasn’t the only one that saw it. Every other man there fumbled for her. Maybe she was just one of those girls, but there was something else, something that might have added to it: She was unattainable.

She had had her heart broken way too many times. After the last one, she gave up on love. She gave up on believing in love. She didn’t want to see another man again, and no matter how good he was she didn't trust him to be the right one. I know because of my friend Jason. She was all over him for a week, and then, all of the sudden, she simply forgot he was there. She was too busy. A little bit of it was for that, but mostly it was for safety. She had so much to watch out for, so many worries in her life, and so many struggles that right now she couldn't lose. So, there she stood, unattainable, and yet, the way she moved, you’d never know it.  Anyhow, a man can dream… As she moved, off in the distance, I did dream!

My work was to create a carrier protein for the drug we were making. ...something about weight loss, and speeding up metabolism. I didn't believe much in what we were doing. I thought some people just needed to change their diet if they wanted to loose weight, but then I've almost had too high a metabolism with my workout routine, and with the amount of blind assignments I've done, I've probably done a few  projects worse than this vise. It didn't matter much. I could be without a job completely. I'll bet she believed in this project.

She was hard at work. She never seemed to stop much during a project, especially on a new assignment. We had just been transferred from a project called Yandsa or something like that. Any ways, our head engineer on the project just quit one day and he had all of the information so needless to say... oh, and Tom must've not liked me much anyways, I was always starting to set up these after work parties. Tom walked in on one of them and he wouldn't stop shouting about how this is such a "secret operation" and how we should never, under any circumstance, what was the word he used, "fraternize with one another." I had a few more parties but then I realized it was for the best and stopped. Well, he must have still been mad at me, because we were transferred, me and that unattainable little lily over there. Now, me and her were the only ones on the Spielberg project that knew each other. You know, I didn’t seem to mind. Maybe after a while… eh, she might not be so unattainable.

At the moment, our boss, Tom, was walking in. He had a mission… Um, put it this way; I‘d be lying profusely if I said he had a smile on his face, but then I was beginning to think his face was stuck that way. He was going through his moods again. First, vengeful with a touch of paranoia. Then, once he’d found something to feed the paranoia, He’d be flaming angry. Followed by sly as all get-out. That’s when something terrible would happen.

I tried to look the other way.

“Mr. Jebailey.” Tom called.

Darn it.  “Yes Mr. Irving?”

“How is the work going? I see you’ve got quite a bit of work in front of you.”

“Yes it’s really coming along.”  Did he see me looking at her? How long has he been in here? Was he looking through the window? “Just finished finding the marker.”

“May I?” He bent down and looked into the microscope as if he knew something about chemistry.

“I hope everything’s alright.” I said, trying to push him along.

“I heard that finding tertiary structure is rather hard what with denaturing and all.”

“It’s alright as long as the environment’s controlled. The temperature and solution.”

“That’s what I meant.” said Irving.

“Not really.”

“Oh, Right. Have you washed your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Washed the workspace?”

“Every time.”

“Checked the thermostat?”

“No.”

“Well...” Irving motioned towards the thermostat. Hinting that he needed to check it right now.

“Vigilance!” He spoke to the rest of the team. “Vigilance is what we need in this lab. An attention to detail so that every little atom is looked after. One item lost is another hundred dollars of money and another week of time.” Tom looked down to Michael as he came back from checking the thermostat. “Don’t ever go against procedure again.”

“The thermostat was right on, though.”

Tom stood still for a minute or two. Michael knew he had just said something to set Tom off again. There was no coming out of this now. “Are you saying that we don’t need to check the thermostat, Jebailey?”

“No not at all. I merely forgot.”

“Then are you trying to be ungrateful of my reminding you? Do you not want me to be you boss anymore. I can make a quick end of our working relationship.”

“No sir, no sir, I like working here sir.”

“Well, you don’t seem to show it.” Tom shouted into Mike’s face.

“I do, Mr. Irving. I’ve been working all day.”

“Well, get back to work…. I’ll talk to you once I’m calm again.”

Tom walked out of the room. As he left I thought, that was odd, Tom didn’t become sly like he usually did. But the thought left me. I supposed I must’ve said something to get him thinking straight again. I worked on my protein again, now a peptide chain. I was wondering what I would do if I wasn’t in this job.  Maybe I’d be a rock star or something. That’s a good lifestyle.

I was walking home that night mulling over the day‘s events. As I got to the intersection of Liberty and Havarti street I stopped at the coffee shop for a drink. While I was waiting to get it filled, I saw a lovely woman as I looked over the crowd of heads at the cross walk on the other side of the intersection. I looked at her. She looked a bit familiar. The light turned green and I got my coffee. I started towards the crosswalk. As she passed me I felt a sharp prick in my side. I put my hand to it, and there was blood. She whistled a tune, a hand touched my temple and everything went numb.
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Micheal Jebailey was the voice of contradiction. Whatever he did he could never make up his mind. Even when he did make it up he couldn't actually ever do what he aimed. I guess it was just his nature. Something in his mind just wouldn't let him.

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I'm a geek and a looser except for the parties. I couldn't handle being with her. But still, Sarah intrigued me. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t figure it out. Why? She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the office, and the lab coat got rid of what little interest was left there, yet still, She intrigued me.

Every time she walked, I could not look away. Every time her head moved, it was art. Even when she fell, she fell with grace.
I couldn’t stop staring at her eyes, though that’s not where it was.
Her words were textured. They didn’t have to mean a thing, but they -in themselves- were beautiful. They didn’t have to mean a thing, but they did. And they were always kind. Maybe that’s what intrigued me. She never spoke a hard word. I suspect she would be polite to a murderer if she got into the situation. She always helped the project she was on, "so as not to be a burden." she says.

Whatever it was, I wasn’t the only one that saw it. Every other man there fumbled for her. Maybe she was just one of those girls, but there was something else, something that might have added to it: She was unattainable.

She had had her heart broken way too many times. After the last one, she gave up on love. She gave up on believing in love. She didn’t want to see another man again, and no matter how good he was she didn't trust him to be the right one. I know because of my friend Jason. She was all over him for a week, and then, all of the sudden, she simply forgot he was there. She was too busy. A little bit of it was for that, but mostly it was for safety. She had so much to watch out for, so many worries in her life, and so many struggles that right now she couldn't lose. So, there she stood, unattainable, and yet, the way she moved, you’d never know it.  Anyhow, a man can dream… As she moved, off in the distance, I did dream!

My work was to create a carrier protein for the drug we were making. ...something about weight loss, and speeding up metabolism. I didn't believe much in what we were doing. I thought some people just needed to change their diet if they wanted to loose weight, but then I've almost had too high a metabolism with my workout routine, and with the amount of blind assignments I've done, I've probably done a few  projects worse than this vise. It didn't matter much. I could be without a job completely. I'll bet she believed in this project.

She was hard at work. She never seemed to stop much during a project, especially on a new assignment. We had just been transferred from a project called Yandsa or something like that. Any ways, our head engineer on the project just quit one day and he had all of the information so needless to say... oh, and Tom must've not liked me much anyways, I was always starting to set up these after work parties. Tom walked in on one of them and he wouldn't stop shouting about how this is such a "secret operation" and how we should never, under any circumstance, what was the word he used, "fraternize with one another." I had a few more parties but then I realized it was for the best and stopped. Well, he must have still been mad at me, because we were transferred, me and that unattainable little lily over there. Now, me and her were the only ones on the Spielberg project that knew each other. You know, I didn’t seem to mind. Maybe after a while… eh, she might not be so unattainable.

At the moment, our boss, Tom, was walking in. He had a mission… Um, put it this way; I‘d be lying profusely if I said he had a smile on his face, but then I was beginning to think his face was stuck that way. He was going through his moods again. First, vengeful with a touch of paranoia. Then, once he’d found something to feed the paranoia, He’d be flaming angry. Followed by sly as all get-out. That’s when something terrible would happen.

I tried to look the other way.

“Mr. Jebailey.” Tom called.

Darn it.  “Yes Mr. Irving?”

“How is the work going? I see you’ve got quite a bit of work in front of you.”

“Yes it’s really coming along.”  Did he see me looking at her? How long has he been in here? Was he looking through the window? “Just finished finding the marker.”

“May I?” He bent down and looked into the microscope as if he knew something about chemistry.

“I hope everything’s alright.” I said, trying to push him along.

“I heard that finding tertiary structure is rather hard what with denaturing and all.”

“It’s alright as long as the environment’s controlled. The temperature and solution.”

“That’s what I meant.” said Irving.

“Not really.”

“Oh, Right. Have you washed your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Washed the workspace?”

“Every time.”

“Checked the thermostat?”

“No.”

“Well...” Irving motioned towards the thermostat. Hinting that he needed to check it right now.

“Vigilance!” He spoke to the rest of the team. “Vigilance is what we need in this lab. An attention to detail so that every little atom is looked after. One item lost is another hundred dollars of money and another week of time.” Tom looked down to Michael as he came back from checking the thermostat. “Don’t ever go against procedure again.”

“The thermostat was right on, though.”

Tom stood still for a minute or two. Michael knew he had just said something to set Tom off again. There was no coming out of this now. “Are you saying that we don’t need to check the thermostat, Jebailey?”

“No not at all. I merely forgot.”

“Then are you trying to be ungrateful of my reminding you? Do you not want me to be you boss anymore. I can make a quick end of our working relationship.”

“No sir, no sir, I like working here sir.”

“Well, you don’t seem to show it.” Tom shouted into Mike’s face.

“I do, Mr. Irving. I’ve been working all day.”

“Well, get back to work…. I’ll talk to you once I’m calm again.”

Tom walked out of the room. As he left I thought, that was odd, Tom didn’t become sly like he usually did. But the thought left me. I supposed I must’ve said something to get him thinking straight again. I worked on my protein again, now a peptide chain. I was wondering what I would do if I wasn’t in this job.  Maybe I’d be a rock star or something. That’s a good lifestyle.

I was walking home that night mulling over the day‘s events. As I got to the intersection of Liberty and Havarti street I stopped at the coffee shop for a drink. While I was waiting to get it filled, I saw a lovely woman as I looked over the crowd of heads at the cross walk on the other side of the intersection. I looked at her. She looked a bit familiar. The light turned green and I got my coffee. I started towards the crosswalk. As she passed me I felt a sharp prick in my side. I put my hand to it, and there was blood. She whistled a tune, a hand touched my temple and everything went numb.
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