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8/2/2019 Lucid Chpt 1
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LUCIDlucid adj.
clear perception, transparent; or aware
By
V.Van Tiem
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Contents
PROLOGUE ............................................................................................................................ 3
- 1- INTERVIEW ......................................................................................................................... 4
- 2- NUMBERS DONT LIE........................................................................................................ 21
- 3- NOT A DATE...................................................................................................................... 35
- 4- INVITED ............................................................................................................................ 51
-5- KESS ................................................................................................................................... 70
-6- HANG OUT DATE ............................................................................................................... 84
-7- STAYING PUT ................................................................................................................... 102
-8- DINNER AT JACKS ............................................................................................................ 111
-9- VEGAS ............................................................................................................................. 126
-10- ODDS ............................................................................................................................. 147
-11- THE BEAUTIFULS ........................................................................................................... 159
-12- THE VAULT .................................................................................................................... 181
-13- SURPRISES ..................................................................................................................... 194
-14- A-LIST REVEAL ............................................................................................................... 214
-15- LIFE WORLDS ................................................................................................................. 225
-16- A LIFE TIME OF KNOWING ............................................................................................ 238
-17- LUCID ............................................................................................................................ 252
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In vain to scream with quivering lips she tries,
and strains in palsy'd lids her tremulous eyes;
in vain she wills to run, fly, swim, walk, creep;
the will presides not in the bower of sleep.
Erasmus Darwin
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PROLOGUE
I could not move my legs, my arms. Nothing obeyed as the darkness weighed heavy
over me and pinned me down. It suffocated the light, clutched its sheen until it fragmented
into minuscule glints, and extinguished. I blinked and tried to focus my eyes, squeezing
them open and shut again. I visualized the tiny nerves firing to the muscles in supercharged
bursts, forcing movement. My fingers twitched- I could wiggle them. I pushed harder, and
clenched my teeth under the strain. My arm was free. Frantically I grabbed at where I knew
the light to be. I felt for it, reached for it, smacking my palm around on the nightstand
searching for the ceramic base. My fingers skimmed along the neck to find the protruding
metal button and pushed. Click, pop! A loud crackle and the entire room flashed as the
bulb exploded. For just a moment, I saw it. A shifting mass of dark, its outline burned in
my eyes. This is the exact moment, I realize, I am in fact, asleepdreaming. I know this
because Ive had this dream my entire life.
On a good night, I wake with my hair matted by sweat and a bit disoriented. On most,
the realization that Im dreaming propels me onto a single silver line and I can feel them,
rushing, grabbing, shoving. On rare occasions, I am pushed. I fall unable to wake in this
reality, yet fully awake in theirs.
Over time, I learned to rationalize lucid dreams and false awakenings through science.
Only science cannot explain why the light still bursts, when I know, without question, that
Im fully awake.
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- 1-
INTERVIEW
Statistically speaking I was a solid eight, an eight out of ten. Why do we rate ourselves by a
scale to ten, who came up with this? I lost points because the equal thirds rule. Divide your face in
thirds, measure the bottom of the chin to the tip of your nose, again from the tip of the nose to right
between the eyes, and again to the hairline. The closer each sections measurement is to the other,
the higher your score. My middle third is a bit short. Frankly, Ill take an eight. In fact, it feels
good.
Gum? woman with mismatched outfit sitting across from me on the trolley asks. I shake my
head no. Wait what if I need gum, what if thats why shes offering.
Um, yes Im sorry, that would be great. I accept, popping the spearmint into my mouth, now
assured I would not show up to conduct my first interview with anything less than minty breath.
We seem to stop at every corner, but I enjoy the ride. The wooden interior panels try to capture a
forgotten charm of a different era, and thick cushions of black vinyl invite you to sit and relax a
spell. Trust me, its all for show, in fact, the vinyl is sticking to the back of my thighs right now,
sure to leave two gigantic temporary welts.
Outside, its a typical beautiful day. Lake Havasu on average had 300 perfectly sunny days a
year. No, I never counted, it brags this little bit of information on every travel brochure and
website- sunny and hot but with a dry heat. My wavy hair curls up in the humidity, so as a bonus I
have better hair days since I moved here from the Midwest. This is Arizonas playground tucked
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neatly between the foothills of the Mohave Mountains and the reservoir from the Colorado River.
The trolley stops and passengers shuffle off and on while gum woman stays put eyeing me. I
narrow my eyes and turn my lips up slightly in her direction, only to realize I have a mammoth
bubble hanging out of my mouth. Pop, I anxiously snap the first one and quickly close the gaping
hole to pop two more in rapid succession, pop, pop. Fun little trick not entirely appreciated, yep, I
get it, very annoying. I spit it in the wrapper and with eyebrows raised give a little shrug. My foot
begins tapping where the bubbles left off. This will be my very first time interviewing anyone and
its going to be published. I have to keep saying this to myself to believe its real.
A-List is a national, well-read celebrity hype magazine, a cross between Glamour and People.
An intern had stumbled upon my blog and shared my beauty by numbers formula I had posted with
some colleagues. They were measuring each other faces and tallying their totals when the
supervisor asked what they were doing, and since she too ended up participating in the distraction,
they contacted me. By the way, she totaled a 9.5.
My blog, Pop Science with Kessler Rae, has gained popularity in the last few years not because
Im offering high-level, deep thought provoking scientific theories, but precisely because I dont. I
focus on the science we all talk about: what exactly is dj vu, how can you tell if someone is
lying, what exactly is consciousness. The whole reason I started the blog was to make sense of a
world that no longer did. I want to see beyond the curtain, I want answers, and I want a VIP
all access backstage pass. Mostly, I want to know why my before life is gone, and Im
here, existing only in the after, the four years and seven day ago after.
I look at my watch, 9:45 am. I have fifteen minutes to make my appointment. I lean out of the
trolley letting the manufactured breeze skim my cheeks, and finally see my stop ahead. It only took
thirty minutes to travel a half mile down the road from where I started. I could have walked, but not
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in these heels, no way. Today, I, Kessler Rae will conduct my first interview, for my first
paid article on my mathematical beauty equations for A-List Magazine, and I needed to
dress the part. This includes heels. I still cannot believe who I am interviewing, the man of
the moment, Jack Bradford.A-List set this up to give my data something tangible to sink
its teeth into- a near perfect face to demonstrate the data, and as one of Peoples most
eligible bachelors, twenty seven-year-old Jack fit the cover perfectly. Did I mention this is
a possible cover story? The trolley rolls to my stop so I unstick myself from the seat, give a
passing nod to mismatched gum woman, and make my way out.
Most of the downtown had second-story office buildings leaving the street level for
the mom and pop shops. Not Jack Bradfords building; it took up the ground floor as well.
Square blocks of white concrete walls stacked high in odd interesting fashion outlined vast
single pane windows. This was the House That Jack Built, it said so, etched and contrasted
by white overlay above the double doors. I walked in and immediately regretted the heels.
Why do shoemakers insist on making heels in a material that makes noise with every step?
This makes everyone look at you, and then your feet, as ifIt wasnt bad enough to feel like
a full out circus performer balancing on stilts, now I had taps. Click clack, click clack. The
receptionist looked up, glared across the room at me, and then my shoes. I click clacked
closer to check in.
"Yes?" he miffed. He is wearing a bright yellow button down shirt over a deep blue tee.
Odd combination, yet it somehow works with his yellow-cropped curly hair and fair skin.
"Kessler Rae to see Mr. Jack Bradford. I provided. The desk lamp dimmed and surged
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back full when I spoke.
Mump, it does that sometimes as the trolley goes by. he rolled his eyes as he checked
his watch as if I were late, which by the way was a Rolex, and grumbled. His timepiece
and demeanor reflected self-importance. He waved me away, dismissing me to take a seat.
I peeked outside trying to catch a glimpse of another trolley before pretending to dig for
my phone, a maneuver that allowed me to walk slowly, and step soft, to minimize the
tapping of my shoes, strategic, although only somewhat effective.
The spacious two-story foyer was barren with high white walls except for the oversized
framed art with bright pops of color. The narrow windows stretched from the baseboards to
the rafters allowing the Arizona sun to bounce through uninterrupted. Strange, artistic
planters resided next to white leather benches, and an orange shag rug pulled the seating
arrangement together. It was simple and impressive.
I sat down and looked at my watch again, which, by the way, is not a Rolex. In fact, it
is a rubber strapped, oversized ten-dollar timepiece, reflecting no level of importance, only
the time, which is 9:55. Why am I so nervous? I admit, I am a bit of a nerd and within the
scientific and journalistic community; I am definitely on the outside. You could say an
outlier. According to Wikipedia, an outlier is an observation that is numerically distant
from the rest of the data. Yup, thats me, distant from the rest, however at an eight it
wasnt a numerical distance. Yeah, Im going to run with that as long as I can.
Magazines all featuring Jack stare at me from the little white coffee table. I thumb
through them. Room Remodel with a four page spread on Jack Bradford. Dwell modern
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homes favorite beach house from The House that Jack Built. I pick through the tabloids on
the bottom shelf and yup, even these highlight him. Clever titles like a New Jack in the
box, or Jack-Of-All-Trades, in bold fonts layered across his photo, and most included the
girl of the moment, some celebrities, but mostly models.
Jack Bradford is the new media Darling who is reinventing how the it culture builds
their McMansions. Instead of the typical sprawling estates, they now wanted uber designed
prefabricated modular units in green home architecture. Responsible celebrities lined up
for Jack to design and build their renewed image conscious vacation homes, and rumor had
it even Leonardo DiCaprio was having one built. Jack Bradford was everywhere and as
luck would have it, he was right here in Lake Havasua.
The entire building abundantly sold his image. Clean lines, minimalist dcor, even the
smells were inviting. It was masculine with a rich musky scent. I took a deep breath in,
closed my eyes, and took another. So intoxicating and heavy, I could not place the blend of
spices. Oh, it was wonderful, why had I not noticed it before? Another deep breathe in. I
needed to just relax, and exhale.
Someone cleared their throat. I opened my eyes, and my stomach dropped. Jack
Bradford stood directly in front of me. I could not believe I smelled him before I saw him.
He was every bit as beautiful as the photos I had seen- it was a bit unnerving. I
immediately found my feet.
"Hi, Im Kessler Rae, Im here for the interview from a-list," I said sounding
robotic, forcing out my hand and trying to look professional.
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Jack, it's nice to meet you. He said without inflection. His hand wrapped around
mine, and he did not let go. I did not let go. A million tiny electrical charges surged
through me, as if my body had fallen asleep and I only now was shaking it awake to pins
and needles. I could not take my eyes from his. They were the lightest pale blue I had ever
seen and the light played in them creating fluidity. I knew him. It was not that I recognized
him. I mean, hefeltfamiliar. The moment seemed to last uncomfortably long and then, just
like that, his hand released mine, and he simply spun leaving me nothing to do but follow.
The smell proved distracting, it somehow seemed to lead. I took another deep breath in.
Since Mr. Bradford walked ahead of me, I placed most of my weight forward and tiptoed
so my heels would not make any sounds back through the foyer. I knew the receptionist
was watching me, I peered over my shoulder and sure enough he rolled his eyes in my
direction. I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips back. If I had not been here to interview
Mr. Bradford, he may of gotten a I need to push my hair back, oh wait did I use my
middle finger gesture.
I take another breath in, wondering what the brand is. Something new and Im sure
expensive. It probably had pheromones. I had written a series of articles recently for my
blog on pheromones. I even ordered some, ran experiments, and documented the results.
For men, the pheromones Androstenol and Androstenone are to mimic mens sweat
creating a testosterone charged alpha male. For women, they add a hormone called
copulins to imitate when she is ovulating, thus increasing a mans testosterone by as much
as 150% I dont thinkJack Bradford would need additional pheromones to grab attention,
or more testosterone for that matter, but no one can naturally smell this good.
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I grab hold of the steel and cable railing of the stairwell as I step up grateful It had
custom-made carpets covering each one and I followed him, letting their cushion muffle
my heels. Mm he smelled good. I take in deep slow breaths as we climbed to the upper
level.
And as you can see, a very short climb to the top." Mr. Bradford stopped and
starred directly at me, eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed together. Was he referencing the
stairs or his career? He seemed to be waiting on a response. I nodded slightly as If I agreed
and smiled. Yeah I got nothing; I almost laughed at myself. Oh, my gosh Kess get it
together. Mr. Bradford led me through a maze of well thought out functional workspaces
while he spoke of form and function.
These are plans to create a guest retreat," he said as he pointed down at someone's
vacant workstation. You couldnt really call it a cubical, more a standalone open office.
Two white walls interlocked creating a nook for a small desk and worktable. The
computers screen had random windows open with gridlines depicting different buildings. I
placed my hand on the monitor and the screen jumped, I quickly pulled it back. I was
careful not to touch anything else, keeping my hands safely behind my back. On the side
table sat a miniature model to give the vision 3-D depth, and beside it, multiple coffee
rings gave clues to the whereabouts of the missing inhabitant. I could really use a coffee
right now.
We call this an easy-breezy rail system, because it has walls on a track allowing the
cool breeze to pass right through. No air condition unit means a smaller footprint. Jack
continued piecing the words together thoughtfully in a most quotable way, only I wasnt
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writing anything down. His entire presentation seemed pre-rehearsed and flat, I guess I
expected Jack Bradford to be animated and larger than life. Instead, he seems reserved and
quiet. Except when he looks directly at me, and then he was unsettling.
We stop briefly on a catwalk that overlooks a huge warehouse. A myriad of activity
and noise emulated from below. Cranes hoist house pieces together like a large 3-D puzzle.
This is why he needed the ground floor as well as the studio above, I thought to myself.
You know, his voice dropped a little lower as he peered over the factory floor.
Part of finding the answers, is asking the correct questions. Jack paused and glanced
quickly at me before returning his gaze forward. Was that a hint for me to ask something?
Had I asked him anything? I barley was listening to be truthful, well I was listening to his
accent. I couldnt place it; In fact, it was so slight I couldnt be sure I had heard anything at
all, until he would slip on a certain word.
My client is looking for an extension of themselves in the homes we build. They want
to appear successful, trendy, and environmentally responsible. his voice grew even
quieter. He leaned down on the cable and glass railing that matched the stairwells,
We are also working with large companies who want to be branded as a
philanthropist. They are funding an inexpensive version, a sustainable housing solution for
poverty-stricken areas. The pause lasted longer than necessary. I still didnt say anything.
Knowing what they are looking to accomplish, what exactly they are looking for
allows me to find it for them. The whole world seemed to inhale and hold its breath. Jack
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shifted his weight and turned directly to me. His chin came up to serve me a question.
What are you looking for? This was a different Jack Bradford. This time the words
and expression were working in tandem, not deadpan at all. His eyes were disquieting.
Hes so close and looking right at me, talking directly to me, about me. I knew him.
Below a blowtorch ignited sparks of fire and the world exhaled shooting the volume up
by more than double. Without waiting for an answer, he turned and continued walking. I
scampered behind to catch up, as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. His guided tour
and prepackaged speech picked up right where it had stalled. What am I looking for?
"Maybe we could sit down and talk?" I stopped him in midstride. Mr. Bradford
froze, tilted his head, and sized up my proposition.
My office. Is all he said and I followed him back the way we came to the first room
we passed. The room loomed enormous with tall windows that mirrored the front foyer,
providing the perfect view of Lake Havasu. Boats drifted across the water, tourists flew by
on jet skis with the infamous London bridge reflected in their wake. I wondered why he sat
with his back to the window. The focal wall featured leaning ladders in a row of three;
their shelves housed small works of art and miscellaneous awards. His simple desk
reminded me of something I had seen at Ikea. In fact, his whole office could be a show
room for Ikea. In this enclosed space, the smell, his smell was almost unbearable. What
kind of pheromones were in this stuff. He extended his hand, indicating for me to have a
seat.
Sitting opposite him, finally I was able to take a good look. He had intense, bright blue
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eyes that seemed translucent when focused on you, and a shade deeper when engaged
elsewhere. His expression held serious, with a permanent slight furrow to his brow. He had
an angular jaw already shadowed by the promise of afternoon scruff, a medium frame, and
athletic vibe. The buttoned down white shirt hung loose over a pair of dark jeans, and a
black suit coat he wore for more formal meetings, hung by the door. No Rolex, in fact no
Jewry except A simple brown cord wrapped over a small wooden cross like what they sell
at Ana Crombie or Aero. His style said undone in the most put together way , its no
wonder he captivated the media.
I sat across from him, shifting in my chair not wanting to start in prematurely with my
measurements. I needed to time it all out perfectly; otherwise, I may end up like Bridget
Jones, with a false start halfway down the firemans pole, and the last thing I wanted was
to be caught with my backside exposed.
"So as I said Ms." he paused for me to fill in the blank.
Rae."
Rae, My company is leading not only in design and brand, but in making an
impact on the environment." He continued with his speech finding its way back to its
natural rhythm.
I understand, but Im here for a different kind of interview. His eyebrows rose
marginally showing a slight amount of interest.
Im doing a story more on human design. I admitted. He didnt stop me so I spoke
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faster as I pulled my notebook and pen out setting them across my lap. In design, there are
rules of proportion, certain equations that are most pleasing and are used over and over
even in nature. You know this as the Golden Ratio."
Golden Ratio he said at the same time. What I explained was art basic 101, but he
was respectful and allowed me to finish. I dug around in my bag looking for the fabric
measuring tape I brought. When I had it, he scrunched his eyes and leaned back in his
chair, arms crossed across his chest in the standard blocking motion. Jack watched me and
this felt familiar. Yes, I feel accustomed to having his eyes on me, which feels weird, not
the him watching me part, but the feeling that Im used to it part.
Mr. Bradford, I interrupt my own thoughts rolling the tape between my thumb and
finger.
Jack. Please. He offered, his tone softened, still eyeing the tape.
Jack, there are roughly, well, exactly, twenty nine measurements to predetermine a
person's overall rating, you know the typical scale of one through ten. I stood up making
my way towards him trying not to inhale his scent. I was rambling and rushing my words, I
needed to get a grip. The closer I got to him the stronger the odd sensation grew. My
thoughts and mouth worked separately. In my mind, I scrutinized every mannerism, I
wondered if he reminded me of someone, and if so who? My mouth rattled off the basics
of the theory.
No one has been recorded as a perfect ten. Although I bet, you can guess who comes
close. A celebrity. I explained watching him closely. He definitely was confused by the
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turn in the interview. Brad Pitt of course right? He scored 9.3 out of ten. I held up the
tape measure as if to ask for permission to proceed. His eyes narrowed, and for the first
time the corners of his lips curled into a bemused smile. He straightened his posture and
waved his hands for me to proceed. His phone rang and he clicked the speaker button. I
froze where I stood.
Yes.
Excuse me, Mr. Bradford. Your next appointment is here. The receptionist
interrupted sounding much more pleasant than he did with me. Jack regarded me a
moment, and I worried I missed my opportunity, that I should of cut to the chase first thing
and skipped the tour.
Please inform her Im running late. Click. No common courtesy extended. He waved
me in to continue. I leaned in towards his face, my hands shaking as I unwound the fabric
coil. Standing this close his skin seemed flawless. I could not see any visible pores, not
one. I wonder what cleanser he used. I run the fabric through my fingers, aligning the
lowest number to just under his chin, and measure his chin to nose tip.
Three inches. I say aloud as I moved the tape measure from the tip of the nose to
directly between the eyes. Threeinches. Then middle of his eyes to his hairline.
Unbelievable, I measured again and stood there dumbfounded.
Whatswrong? Jack asked me.
Your face is in perfect thirds, in absolute perfect thirds, I repeated to myself as I
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stepped back to my notebook and wrote it down. Mr. Bradfords expression relaxed for the
first time, immediately revealing his mere twenty-seven years.
Sodoes this mean Im in Brad Pitt territory?" he teased. I looked at him surprised
that he slipped out of character.
Twenty eight more combinations to go. I assured him. His lips curled up in an easy
smile, another first. I only needed a few for the article but the more I jotted down, the more
I kept going. I measured length to width ratio, each half, his ears, and even length of lips.
This one proved tricky.
You need to be very still." Why did I speak so soft? I positioned the tape measure
from one corner to the other, and he full out smiled and guffawed. Was he embarrassed?
Perfect creases formed around the corners exposing one single deep dimple. My eyes lifted
from his newly formed smile and found him looking right at me. My stomach jumped, I
turned a full glowing, change to a different color kind of blush, and instantly refocused
down on the tape.
You can't smile." I reprimand gently holding back my own. He repositioned his
lips in a straight line, very stiff and mumbled,
I don't understand what this is about." his eyebrows shot up. The prepackaged
demeanor from the tour now completely disposed of. He is impossible. Not only was he a
living pheromone trap, but also I had to be this close, not this close, but THISCLOSE. I
finished and glanced at him sideways as I wrote down the numbers.
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So you're a serious journalist. Are you? Mr. Bradford provoked. His tone dropped
low, and his expression reverted to the stern disposition. I stepped back to answer him.
Well I write a popular blog, but this would be my journalistic debut, in fact . I
admitted not adding anything more to the conversation. I was busy jotting down the final
numbers and reviewing the groupings, making sure I had indeed gotten what I wanted. The
equations all seemed too balanced, too perfect. I needed to reevaluate the combinations,
add them up a second, and maybe even a third time. I also wanted to rationalize the strange
feeling I was experiencing around him, it definitely was something more than just basic
attraction, mathematical or otherwise. I started packing up my things to leave without
further discussion. Jack seemed puzzled, surprised. Did I sense a little disappointment?
Ms. Rae, He invited me to explain as he leaned back again in his chair gesturing
with hands held out in front of him. He does know my name.
Really that's it? Nothing more you want in your debut article? He dragged the word
debut out, I could not tell if the tone was patronizing or teasing.
You didn't really ask any questions, how we started, gross revenues; you didn't even
ask me who I was dating. his voice dropped like before on thebalcony, Dont you have
any other questions for me? There it was again, that feeling. I stopped for just a second.
Mr. Bradford. I had the feeling Jack was used to a certain interview pattern. Then
there was me, I actually dont think I asked him many questions. Did I ask him even one?
Well, I smelled him. I followed him around, and I measured his face. I smiled.
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OK, yes, I do have a question. How tall are you?" yup, that was my question.
Im 510. He paused, Really?" it was more of a challenge posed as a question. Now
he was just annoying me. 5'10 wow, not 59, not 62, nope exactly 5 foot 10.
Guess what the average height of all leading men in Hollywood is Mr. Bradford? The
average falls between 59 & 511, with the absolute ideal being a perfect 510. Brad Pitt,
510, Robert Redford, 510, Paul Newman, 510.
Tom Cruise, he sniped.NOT 510
Well heslisted as 510. Jack laughed in spite of himself. I liked his laugh- it was
instantaneous and genuine.
Anyways random misalignments do exist. Actual variables along the same line.
Now he looked at me smiling as if I was crazy. He stood.
Look. Jackdisputed his hands up, I agreed to be interviewed for A-List. You
know, a typical interview highlighting what Ive built, my company and sure, maybe some
personal stuff on me. But honestly, face measurements, my height?"
Mr. Bradford, have you ever heard of the predetermined line? The floor lamp in
the corner dimmed. I paused and listened if the trolley was rolling by.
The predetermined line, I repeated. Is my theory of how everything from your
name, success, your looks, are all decided before you even say your first word. Maybe,
even before you were born. The fascinating thing is the amount of scientific evidence
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supporting this.
What does this have to do with me? Jack leaned in on his desk. The magazine is
the one that had wanted to fluff up my data, and now the actual fluff was questioning my
creditability, or at least teasing me about it.
Random bits of luck, whether good or bad, could be dots on an already drawn line
connected with invisible ink. This article is a small piece of my theory. The measurements
contain a few fun bits of data that support real scientific equations. I explained now on a
roll. A-List only was interested in my data dramatic pause to drive it home. If it were
wrapped around a pretty face. I raised an eyebrow, tilted my head in victory, and waited
for his reaction.
Are you sure you dont want to ask anything else? He said this as if I was missing
some important detail. I didnt even pause,
"Yes, one more questionwhat cologne are you wearing?" That was my question. I
cannot believe that rolled off my tongue. This broke the seriousness and he full out
laughed. I smiled in my embarrassment.
I don't wear any, bothers my skin. he shrugged, shook his head and raised his arms
up in surrender. I gave him a professional nod as if satisfied with the answer, turned and
left. Are you kidding me? He does not wear any! I made my way back down the corridor,
deciding to use the elevator on the way down. How can he not be wearing any? I wonder if
I am ovulating. He seriously was lying, messing with me, had to be. Just as the steel doors
opened, I walked smack into a pair of Victoria secrets Miraculous Bra boobs; you know
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the one that makes you two sizes bigger. Her high heels put her at least a foot taller than
me. She was all legs and deep red lipstick.
"Sorry. I offered as tall, blonde, and bouncy sneered down at me before hurrying off
in the direction I just left. Obviously, she was one of Jack's girls. I wondered if she could
smell him. I literally had to stop myself from turning and asking.