Mary Varvara Bell tapped her mouse to close out the call with Tristan King. “That went well, don’t you think?”
Dr. Bell’s New York office was decorated with calculating decor, the white of snow and the glass of ice. Slashes of cold steel and the occasional lump of black leather, as dark as a frigid night, accented the wintry office that was staged to be a long walk from the door, past a conversation grouping, beyond bookshelves, to finally reach the desk where Mary Varvara Bell would have been staring at you during your entire march to stand before her.
Logan Bell glanced down at his aunt from where he stood beside her desk. “I told you Tristan King was the hacker you needed. I’m sure his programs will do great things for White Holdings, Inc.”
Dr. Mary Varvara Bell had the typical Bell family features that Logan had also inherited, thick dark hair and pale eyes, skin as frosty as snow in Siberia, and the haughty demeanor of those descended from nobility and trying to climb right back up to the top of the social heap.
She said, “White Holdings has exceeded our expectations with this venture. We obtained the primary objective, recruiting Tristan King to produce future projects for us in a mere two months, not three. Your notes about Tristan were invaluable in recruiting him.”
“I’m pleased to be of use.”
“And we also acquired both the Brainiac computer virus and the CurieCoin mint to legitimize our dark money, which will make our operation run so much more smoothly now that we can utilize our reserves. It’s like two bonus prizes.”
“It would seem so.”
His aunt smiled at him. “And who is next on our acquisition list?”
Logan didn’t smile back. “Micah Shine.”