The Amber Columns (The City of Dark Pleasures Book 2) by Rizer Bibi

Author:Rizer, Bibi [Rizer, Bibi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight – O’Mara

“Okay, onto the social pages.” The screen behind Goldwyn’s head clicks over to another list. “This month were plugging everything spring. So spring colors, spring food, spring clothes. Spring, spring, spring!” She laughs brightly and everyone but me chuckles along with her. “Doulton?”

Doulton leans forward so her massive breasts rest on the boardroom table top. “There’s a new coffee-shop where they use human breast milk instead of Synth-Lac.”

“And how is that spring?”

Doulton is stumped. Doulton IS a stump. If she was any dumber she would forget how to stand up.

“Fertility?” I suggest, helpfully. “Rebirth? New life etc.?”

“Right. That.”

“Fine, we’ll put that in on Friday.” Goldwyn says. She types “breast milk coffee” onto the screen. I wonder where the breast milk comes from. I mean, who has any to spare? As for me, I’m so desperate for coffee right now I would drink it if it was made with human piss instead of Synth-Lac.

“What else?” Goldwyn says, hopefully.

“They’re re-glazing the whole Admin Tower.” Meier says. Meier can’t complete a sentence without putting super-normal emphasis on at least one word. “The glass came from the mainland. Apparently the Authority Guards had to supervise opening all the containers.”

“And that’s a spring story because…?”

“The glass is pink.”

Goldwyn actually applauds, clapping her perfectly manicured hands together gleefully. “Perfect! Saturday. O’Mara?”

I watch the words “pink glass” appear in Saturday’s box on the screen.

“O’Mara?”

I don’t have anything. I haven’t even noticed that it’s spring. But I pull something out of my ass at the last minute, as usual, inspired by Goldwyn’s fingernails.

“Matching your nailpolish with your ice-cream is a thing now.” It isn’t, but we can make it become one.

“That sounds colorful!” Goldwyn says. “Let’s make that the landing story on Sunday.” She types. “Everyone cover the usual nonsense. Meier, it’s your turn to review at the Pleasures, right? Anything else?”

There’s a silence. Every face turns to look at me, expectantly. Goldwyn even looks a little bored.

“I’d like to write something about the Culls,” I recite, dutifully, like I’ve been saying in every editorial meeting for two months. Doulton stifles a laugh behind her chubby hand. Meier just shakes her head.

“No one wants to read about the Culls right now, O’Mara,” Goldwyn says, dully. “Not in springtime.”

She says it as though by autumn things will have changed.

“Okay?” The brightness has returned to her voice. “Let’s have a great week everyone.”

We all stand. Goldwyn lays her hand on my arm. “Stay for a moment, O’Mara.”

I sit as we watch the others leave. Goldwyn closes the door.

“You know it’s not because I don’t care about the Culls,” she says.

I nod, looking at my own chewed fingernails. Barely two hours has passed since Tully had his tongue and fingers inside me, but it’s already starting to feel like those things happened to someone else. As soon as I got to a terminal I tried to book another pass to the Pleasures for tonight, but I was declined. “Recent negative sexual experience is contraindicated” the bot said. I

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