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Serena Grace fidgeted with the bracelets on her arm, pulling them and listening to them snap back to place. She was seated in her boss's chair in front of his desk, and though he called her for a meeting he was not there yet.

Her brown hair was pulled up in a neat ponytail and her large black-framed glasses were barely able to hang onto her small nose. She knew that she definitely did not look pretty right now and was almost embarrassed that her boss was gonna see her like this.

I should have worn my dress today, she mused. God, I really need to start trusting my instincts.

She looked into the small mirror placed neatly on her boss's desk to get a quick glance at her face to see if there was something on it. Nothing besides her blue eyes that were peering back at her. She sighed in relief. Atleast something looked right.

She almost didn't notice when Mr. Olds entered the room until the door slammed behind her. She jumped a mile in the air and quickly straightened up.

Mr. Olds walked to his desk and sat, giving her an amused look. "My apologies," he said. "Did I scare you?"

"No, Mr. Olds, sir," Serena replied, looking up at him. Mr. Olds laughed a little. "For the last time, please, call me Michael."

Serena smiled at the kindness in his voice. He's said this so many times, though she still never seemed to remember.

"Yes, Mr — Michael, sir."

Michael had always been Serena's fatherly figure since the death of her own. He cared for her as a father would and it almost made her feel happy. Almost.

Michael cleared his throat. "Do you know why I've called you in here?"

Serena gulped, hoping it wasn't what she thought it was. She shook her head.

He said, "it's concerning a new project that our company wants to begin. Our competition has already began to beat us with their most recent releases of robots and AIs. So we need to step up our game."

Michael paused and looked at her curiously. "Do you know what we plan to do?" Serena shook her head again. "We want to create flying cars."

Silence.

Serena had a look of pure shock on her face. Flying cars? There's no way…

"But sir," she exclaimed, "no one's been able to properly create the correct engine for it! Planes' engines are too expensive and large to fit in cars—"

Michael held up a hand, cutting her off. "True, however we have a plan. You do know how Maglev trains function, correct?"

"Um, of course. They use the electromagnetic spectrum and incoporates the different poles of a magnet to give an illusion of floating."

"Well," Michael replies, standing up. "If we could make the poles strong enough, we could create flying cars. They're green, quick, and quiet. Too many benefits. Our company could make a profit!" Michael smiled. "And you will be the leading researcher."

Serena jumped in her seat, baffled. "Me? This isn't a one man project. If it was, it could take years…"

Michael shook his head. "It won't be. We have another girl here who is absolutely enthusiastic to work with you. Jenna! Please enter."

The door opened behind her and a tall girl with blonde hair, and beautiful green eyes entered the room. "Hello," she said quietly. She had a slight German accent, making the 'e' in hello sound a little bit like an 'a' sound. "I am Jenna Oya." Jenna bowed before looking at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "Are you ready to work, miss Grace?"