Natalie and her mother spent
quite a lot of time looking through the latter’s wardrobe. Natalie was definitely
the right size to wear any of her mother’s clothes, but she didn’t want to wear
just any one of them. She wanted something to reflect her new maturity. Her
mother’s professional clothing definitely had a lot of appeal. She tried one of
them on, which took a while to get all different articles in place. When she
was finished, she was pretty satisfied with what she saw in the mirror.
There stood a young woman,
professionally dressed and ready to be a part of society, but yet full of
youthful allure. She thought about putting on more jewelry or makeup, but she
wasn’t going on a date. She was going to work.
The Project actually
encouraged parents to take their grown children to work to see how adults did
their jobs, particularly parents who worked at Prescott Industries. Those who hadn’t
been informed about the Project were told that some new interns were being
shown around for the week. The fact that they were all in the same age group
didn’t appear odd since young adults were often trying to intern at the
company.
As Natalie walked there (she
insisted in arriving separately), she thought she was very lucky. Most of the
grown students were working as gofers, though some of them who had parents in
higher positions in the company had better jobs. Natalie was going to be interning
as her father’s personal secretary.
It was a relatively simple
task, though Natalie had to be walked through the more advanced nuances by an
experienced secretary. Fortunately, her workload was low for now, so Natalie
wouldn’t have to worry about being swamped. She was sure she could become
adjusted to this before the week was out.
Natalie was getting close to
her lunch break when she heard someone approaching. She was busy at the moment
so she didn’t pay attention. Then she heard a woman’s voice said, “Well, well,
if it isn’t Ms. Smartypants?”
Natalie turned around to see a
rather buxom woman in an expensive dress. She had bleached hair around a face
that was beautiful but had a bit too much makeup for a workplace. If it wasn’t
for her snide attitude, she’d be completely unrecognizable to Natalie.
“Brianna? Is that you?” asked
Natalie.
“Ooh, you are a smart one,”
said Brianna in a condescending tone, “None of the other kids were able to
recognize me, but I had all those boys drooling over me.”
“I doubt all of them could
have been that easily taken in,” said Natalie.
“You know how men go gaga over
a lady with grace, beauty, and charm. They definitely can’t resist a woman with
a pair like these,” said Brianna smugly as she hefted her large breasts.
Natalie gave her a look and
said, “I suppose you would see yourself that way.”
“Oh, there’s no need to be
envious. I suppose some men are willing to settle with women who have such
small boobs,” said Brianna with more condescendence.
“My breasts are average sized
and I can get along quite fine with them as such. I bet yours are constantly in
the way of things,” said Natalie.
Brianna gave Natalie an
annoyed look and said, “You better watch yourself. I’m my daddy’s right-hand
woman for this week and I have the power to make work a lot harder for you.”
“Wow, his right-hand woman,
huh? That must be a very difficult task. I don’t know how you could have found
the free time to come over and belittle me,” said Natalie, her tone one of faux
impressment as she looked dismissively at her rival over the high collar of the
tan jacket she had put on.
Brianna gave her a smug smile
and said, “Just a bit of practice before I’m running this company someday. I
might consider hiring you someday.”
Natalie gave her a cautious
look and asked, “You could?”
“Why yes. I mean, eventually
the custodians retire and someone will have to take their place,” said Brianna
before laughing at her own joke.
Natalie just rolled her eyes.
She wasn’t surprised that Brianna made a joke at her expense, but whether or
not Brianna had some actual power in this company now, it was not a good time
to test that. She wouldn’t want to bring the wrath of Brianna down on her
parents. “Nice one,” she just muttered.
“Yes, I know,” said Brianna,
“But if you’re on your best behavior this week, I might get you another
secretary job. Maybe make you my own personal secretary.”
“You would?” asked Natalie,
not expecting a serious answer.
“Oh yes. I do need someone to
manage my extremely busy schedule, handle the dozens of calls coming in, run
errands for me, do all my paperwork for me, oversee the menial masses,” said
Brianna.
“So…what would you be doing
during your work hours?” asked Natalie.
“Oh, I suppose I’ll have to
show up once and a while to encourage the workers and see around the meetings
you can’t handle. But I’ll be able to relax all the time. After all, I will be
running one of the richest chemical countries in the country,” said Brianna.
“I’m sure you’ll be an
inspiration to thousands,” said Natalie.
“There, you see? That’s the
perfect attitude an aide should have. Maybe I should get you started this week
to see how well you do,” said Brianna.
“Uh, no thanks, I’ve already
gotten a lot on my plate,” said Natalie quickly, “I’ve got so much work to do
and I’ll be busy writing about the Project. I won’t have time for anything
else.”
“Too bad,” said Brianna, “Oh
well, I’ll be seeing you around.” With that, Brianna walked off.
Natalie gave a long sigh at
that. It looked like age did nothing to temper Brianna’s spoiled attitude. Her
looks certainly didn’t help. Natalie was a bit surprised that Brianna had
developed like that. Natalie had seen a few photos of Mrs. Prescott and she
wasn’t nearly as curvy as Brianna was. In fact, she looked a bit willowy. But
the gene pool can deal wild cards sometimes. It could be that some of Mr. Prescott’s
relatives had the right genes for a body like that.
Well, whatever Natalie would
be doing for a career when she really grew up, it would NOT be working for
Brianna. Natalie shuddered at the thought. She was very doubtful the heiress
would improve with true age. Hopefully she’d get a bit more sensible and learn
how to actually run a business. But that would do nothing to curb how mean she
could be. Natalie pitied whoever would end up Brianna’s personal aide. Only
someone who cared more about their pay than their self-respect would work that
job.
But anyways, doing all this
secretary work was a little tiring and it was already time for her lunch break.
She walked out of the building, waiting for her father to come down. Natalie
really hoped that she wouldn’t be having to deal with Brianna too often this
week. She might be able to handle her about once a day, but she wasn’t sure if
she could put up with her if she kept buzzing by and talking down at her. Even
so, Natalie had built up skill in blocking out annoyances and she was pretty
sure that was a useful adult skill. If Brianna was going to annoy her, Natalie
will just have to tone her out.
Her thoughts drifted back to
lunch. Her 22-years-old body had obviously developed a larger appetite than
what she was used to have as a child. Natalie briefly wondered if she should
watch what she ate while she was an adult. But then again, she couldn’t put on
that much weight in only a week. Still, it was probably a good idea to start healthy
eating habits. Hopefully, her dad will be able to take her to a place where she
can enjoy an appropriate meal. She sat on the stairs as she waited for him.
Oh, she was the first character on the story.
ReplyDeleteShe's a real looker, but I love that this story shifts from one POV to another instead of focusing in juts one character.
The pharmaceutics may temporarily age their bodies, but nothing can make their minds seem more mature. Then again the most powerful adults didn't get that way by being nice guys but more like the opposite.
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DeleteActually I would expect the children would quite different from their adolescent selves in some ways. Not adults, not, but not what they were or will become again once the syrum wears off.
We know that there are a lot of difference between the brains of an adolescent and adult. Those changes have little to do with our life experience and much to do with developing our ability to plan, judge consequences, and control and examine our own thoughts and emotions.
I would actually liken the children to travelers whose brief foray into adulthood is like a visit to a foreign land. They are aware of themselves, physically and intellectually in a way that they never have been before, but they have only a superficial grasp of the customs and social moores of the people who surround them.