Brains (2)
Gina felt surprisingly good about the offer.
And I'll get recognition for my work?' Gina asked.
'Definitely' said Mr Dimitri.
'Mr Dimitri, I accept!'
There were smiles and goodbyes and, soon after, a happy Gina Capaldi left the room.
Mr Dimitri sat down, lit another cigar and watched the smoke rise up to the ceiling before it finally disappeared. He knew that business was not good when people asked too many questions. If people were made to be too smart they would do just that. And once they didn't get the answers they wanted, they might not buy things. And if they didn't buy things there would be no money to be made.
No-one would like that. No-one at all.
Miss Capaldi's work would be put away somewhere nice and safe. Somewhere secret. Along with all the other dangerous ideas. Like the car that ran on water, or the shoes that never wore out, or the battery that never stopped.
But he was glad to have Miss Capaldi. She was bright. He ought to give her something to do. Something that would make a lot of money. He picked up his telephone.
'Miss Epstein... See that Miss Capaldi is sent to the biological science centre. I want her to be a part of that three-legged chicken plan. She can do it, if anybody can. She's one smart lady. Oh, and Miss Epstein...'
'Yes, Mr Dimitri?' said Miss Epstein.
'I want you to see that a dangerous animal from one of our centres is killed. It's a monkey. His name is Max.'
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