carrying math and biology books? I’m on your side here, Doctor!!” I slam my hands on the table and stand up. I could feel a few dozen eyes on me but I didn’t care.
“You don’t get it... That’s not the way. Mars comes first!” He yells and stands up.
“No, you help me, then I’ll help you! Agree to bring back the Neo-Genesis project and I’ll sign over whatever funds you need!” I exclaim.
“No!! My genius is not going to be used to make stronger killing machines! I refuse! You can take your money and your army and shove it!!”
“Okay, fine.” I smile and sit back down and start eating again.
“I think it’s time for me to go,” he mutters and looks down. “I’m sorry for wasting your time,” he says, and turns around and continues walking.
“It’s okay. I’ll just tell the world that you’re a murderer,” I say as I finish the last ravioli on my plate.
“Is there a problem with your meal, sir?” The waitress asks Doctor Thompson.
He takes a look at her and winces, shakes his head, then looks back at me. “What do you know about me, huh? Come on, spill it out, now!” He stutters.
“I know enough. You may want to reconsider my offer,” I use a napkin and throw it on the plate. “Check, please, miss?”
The waitress nods and walks off.
“What are you hiding from me?” Thompson asks
I pause as the waitress comes back with the bill and wait until she walks away.
“More like, what you’ve been hiding from yourself for over twenty years! I don’t think you want to talk about this here. Let’s find a more private area to discuss these matters, doctor,” I say and fill the envelope with cash to pay for the food and drop a tip on the table.
He’s still staring at me, he turns around and looks at the door, then looks back at me, then looks down. “I get it. I understand. Fine,” he mutters.
“You won’t regret it, Doc,” I say. I walk over to the register and pay then we both walk out the door.
“I just hope you weigh everything out and see what I’m talking about before you ask me to go on with this. You don’t understand what we’re messing with, sir,” he stops beside the limousine that’s here to pick us up.
“I understand a lot, Thompson. Don’t be quick to judge my understanding of your work. I’ve been watching you from a distance. I know what your capable of. You’re from a long line of scientists. Your father, your grandfather, you all had great ideas. You just were the one who was alive during the right time to do something amazing. You’re destined for this type of thing. I can feel it,” I say and get in the back of the white limo.
“Thanks, but we both have different ideas of what my company and I have in mind as far as what that amazing thing is,” he says. “But, I’ll show you, you’ll see what I mean. I promise.”
“I know why you’re afraid,” I began as he limo drove out of the parking lot.
He stares at me for a moment, then looks out the window. “You do, huh?”
“You don’t know everything.”
I pat him on the shoulder. “Can I see your company’s outfit?”
“Don’t worry, Doc. I’m confident that you’re making the right choice,” I tell him.
“I wish I could say the same.”