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Chapter Ten
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15 September 2012
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Eve had just finished her second bite of baklava when her link beeped. She hummed in her throat for a moment, and then looked at the name. “Give me a minute, Evan. I have to take this call.” She stood and moved to a bank of windows. “Jamie. Roarke said you were working with him on something.” She gave him a warm smile.
“Hey, Dallas.” The young man gave her back an easy smile that she imagined was driving all the college girls to distraction. “Yeah, he’s got me trying to figure something out. Can I get you to do something for me?”
Eve would typically have questioned that. But the baklava and some kind of very real, very heavy, and very good coffee was waiting for her back at the table with the goofy math professor. “Sure.”
“Just tell me something that you’d like Roarke to buy for you. Something odd or off beat.” He gave her that winning smile again.
“I’d like Roarke to buy me a truckload of chocolate bars,” Eve stated reflexively.
“That’s all I needed. Thanks, Dallas.” He ended the transmission.
Eve shook her head, smiled at the strangeness of egeeks, and went back to the table. “I really like this coffee. What is it again?”
Jamie held up his hands like a magician about to pull a rabbit out of a hat. His audience of three: Roarke, McNab, and Feeney, waited, not looking particularly on the edge of their seats. He bet himself twenty credits they’d be on their assess in just another minute. “Roarke, open a comp and set it up for voice commands. Any of them here in the house,” he clarified.
His jaws hurt from holding back his grin so hard. When the other man had done so, Jamie played the recording of Dallas saying she wanted Roarke to buy her a truckload of chocolate bars. There was a minute of silence. Jamie held up his hands to hold the other three men still and quiet.
The computer began to hum, and an order for a truckload of chocolate bars suddenly flashed across the screen, authorized, ordered and paid for using Roarke’s personal account, and directed for delivery to darling Eve at her home. Then the computer went to standby.
McNab broke the silence. “Holy shit. She’s got the computer in love with her, too!”
“Hey, Dallas.” The young man gave her back an easy smile that she imagined was driving all the college girls to distraction. “Yeah, he’s got me trying to figure something out. Can I get you to do something for me?”
Eve would typically have questioned that. But the baklava and some kind of very real, very heavy, and very good coffee was waiting for her back at the table with the goofy math professor. “Sure.”
“Just tell me something that you’d like Roarke to buy for you. Something odd or off beat.” He gave her that winning smile again.
“I’d like Roarke to buy me a truckload of chocolate bars,” Eve stated reflexively.
“That’s all I needed. Thanks, Dallas.” He ended the transmission.
Eve shook her head, smiled at the strangeness of egeeks, and went back to the table. “I really like this coffee. What is it again?”
Jamie held up his hands like a magician about to pull a rabbit out of a hat. His audience of three: Roarke, McNab, and Feeney, waited, not looking particularly on the edge of their seats. He bet himself twenty credits they’d be on their assess in just another minute. “Roarke, open a comp and set it up for voice commands. Any of them here in the house,” he clarified.
His jaws hurt from holding back his grin so hard. When the other man had done so, Jamie played the recording of Dallas saying she wanted Roarke to buy her a truckload of chocolate bars. There was a minute of silence. Jamie held up his hands to hold the other three men still and quiet.
The computer began to hum, and an order for a truckload of chocolate bars suddenly flashed across the screen, authorized, ordered and paid for using Roarke’s personal account, and directed for delivery to darling Eve at her home. Then the computer went to standby.
McNab broke the silence. “Holy shit. She’s got the computer in love with her, too!”
