𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑹𝑨

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬

Eddie zoomed across the road of San Francisco on his motorcycle beneath the blue cloudless sunny sky. After journeying for about thirty minutes, he stopped his motorcycle in front of the MNBN building. Eddie got off his motorcycle and entered the large building. Upon walking in, Eddie's arms stretched open when he spotted a suited man at the receptionist's desk. He was a slightly overweight tan man with thin black hair and a black mustache and goatee.

"Hey, Richard!" Eddie greeted him loudly with a wide grin. "Lookin' good!"

"Eddie, you can't park there, bro," the man, Richard, said and his hand gestured to Eddie's motorcycle.

"Come on, man," Eddie shook his head and lowered his arms. There's no such thing as can't." He pointed at Richard." How'd she do?"

"Quinn's great," Richard replied. "Berkeley. Brown. MIT. She's got a scholarship, bro."

Eddie chuckled. "What'd I tell you?"

"You told me what?" Richard asked, seemingly confused.

"No such thing as can't."

Eddie walked to the right side of the building, heading to the elevator.

"Eddie, the bike," Richard sighed, pointing at the motorcycle.

"MIT! Whoo!" Eddie cheered and pressed the up arrow button.

The elevator door opened and Eddie ambled in. He pressed the button with the number '27' and the door slowly closed. It rose from the ground and he watched the light jump onto the number. He took a breath in, trying to stay calm as the number went up. Then, the light froze at 27 and a loud ping echoed through the elevator. The door opened and Eddie walked out of the elevator. His feet traveled to a black-varnished door with a white plaque on it, which read JACK CONROY HEAD OF MNBN.

Eddie knocked on the door.

"Come in," a deep voice announced and he opened the door.

Upon entering, Eddie saw a slim-suited black man sitting behind his desk. He had a pair of glasses on his square face and short black hair and a little goatee tail on his chin. The man lifted his face, his dark eyes moving away from his paperwork.

"Ah, Eddie," he greeted.

"Jack," Eddie responded to him and walked toward the desk.

"I see you're..." Jack looked at his watch and his lips released a 'tsk'. "Precisely two minutes late."

"Traffic." He explained to his boss.

Jack hummed and turned his chair around, looking at the windows where he saw buildings in his eye-view. "You know what I love about this view? It never gets old."

"Yeah, well, uh..." Eddie sighed and folded his arms. "Height's not really my thing. But, uh... What's the deal?"

"I got you the big one, exclusive," Jack began, turning his body back to him.

"Yeah? Who?"

"Carlton Drake."

This intrigued Eddie; he placed his hands in his pockets. "Carlton Drake?"

"The man's a visionary," Jack proceeded. "He wants to talk about his rockets, assure everyone they're safe, that the crash was an anomaly."

"Uh..." Eddie sounded unsure about his boss's deal. "He's... He's seriously off."

"I'm gonna level with you," Jack leaned his body forward. "Carlton Drake could buy us with his pocket cash, turn this building into his own garage if he so wished." He looked at Eddie with dark eyes sternly gazing up at him, his lips thin and his tone serious. "Now, you're just gonna ask him about his space program, you're gonna thank him, and you're gonna bid him a nice day."