With the second highest leap this year Miss Winters' newly formed cosmetics division of Charity Corps has defied the experts' expectations that the Cosmetics industry has begun to stagnate. We say "Not Bad" for a 31 Year old spinster from Texas. Her mysterious lifestyle behind closed doors in her mansion among the foothills of Dallas has only fuelled mystique regarding her origins and her predilection for solitude. Perhaps it is only coincidental that her latest perfume "Mystery 21", has become the Cologne of choice for the Rich and famous.
Investigations are continuing into the fire at her Bio-research facility" Tight-genes" where the latest direction for police investigation seems to be wagging at the right wing division of Clean Earth. Their spokesperson Harmony released this statement yesterday.
"We firmly believe that Ms Winters activities are insincere and corrupt. That she continues to flaunt global Bio law and her research is an affront to god and to us all. We will continue to act against this abomination until the veil is lifted from the eyes of the law and you the media."
Hello diary. My name is Charity. I think it's silly. I was born on 14th April 2020. My Mom's name is Lillian Sawall-Winters. Dad's name is Mark. I hardly see him. He works too much. I got this diary for Christmas. I like Christmas. I get lots of toys. Dad says that as I am getting older I might not get so many next year and that it was time I grew up.
I don't think that Dad liked a present from an uncle I had not heard of. They had a big argument. I even got sent to my room. I listed at the door though and I don’t think they heard me. Dad says that something was not suitable for a girl like me, and that he wished I was normal like everyone else. I wonder what he means. Anyhow that is enough typing for now, got girlfriends to call and toys to play with. Bye.
Dad's gone. I don't know why. Mom says that it's probably for good and that there's lots of better Dad's out there. I'm a bit sad, but I've called by best friend Lucy and she said she's on her way. Things are better when you have friends like her.
Whoa! What a day! Fourteen today, and I think I know what Mom feels like when she says she's had a bad day at work. It's going to be my birthday party tonight. That better not go down the pan or there's going to be hell to pay. I got a new outfit to wear and so does Lucy. We're going to be so cool! But that's beside the point. What wasn't cool was what happened at school. I know I'm supposed to be going through changes and all, heck, we've all done biology! But I could've sworn I got all scaly in the playground.
Seems the school bitch (Emily) tried changing targets today. Bad choice is all I can say. She came up to me in the playground ready to lay one on me. Her cronies we straggling behind her, (just simmering with expectation I bet) when I get all tingly, Lucy looks at me, a bit odd-like and I turn to face her. I knew she was there and I laid one on her before she even had a chance to finish her punch. Bam! Down she went. Don't know who was more scared, me or Emily. I ran off with Lucy trailing behind me, I don't think my feet even touched the ground (I don't even want to go there!). Haven't seen or heard from either Lucy or Emily since then. I'm going to text her now and get ready for tonight.
No diary entries for five years.
Some jerk tried to rip Burger Land off last night (still can't believe it's been so long since my last journal). Men are such pigs. Seems he was just cruising for trouble. Spotty little runt didn't like the service, the burger, the music; in fact everything in the restaurant was just pissing him off. Seems we're, what was the phrase "The embodiment of the bourgeois capitalist regime that's corrupting the US of A". Twat. We're a burger joint. Seems he then thought that it'd be a good idea to spread a little of our money around his under funded friend, so he pulled a knife (obviously a socialist tool to free oppression!) Cue flashback to my 14th birthday when, Bam! Over the counter I went and (I barely remember it) down he went his nose a bloody smear on what he called a face.
As before, I ran like hell, scared I'd get sued by the asshole for GBH. Got a heck of a lot of stares from passers by as I ran home to my digs and didn't know why until I looked in the mirror. Damned Jeckyll and Hyde's got nothing on me. Scales, horns, the works. Clothes were a mess as well. And I just bought them DKNY jeans. But just as I got over the shock of what I'd become, my features began to turn back, flowing back to normality like so much peanut butter over some toast.
I didn't go back ‘til the following morning; and guess what, Boss Lady said that company policy frowned on such actions and she was sorry to let me go, as I could shift burgers real good. Gave me two weeks severance pay and I knew she was genuinely sorry, but I could start to get a bit pissed off with my adventurous attitude. Must learn control! Be more ladylike!
Well that was a breeze (University that is). Got first class honours in Science, Physics and Math. Peace of piss. Four offers of employment, all from High Profile Companies. I shocked Jessica (the Principle) by turning up a redhead. We'd gone to a club the night before and I was blonde. Of course, our relationship had to end once I finished school. Her husband would take her to the cleaners. I suppose it wasn't going anywhere, her being so much older than me and all. Shame.
Why. That's what I want to know. Why? Max had had a few, but he'd had a few on the last date we had. Maybe it was me? Was I too slow? Was I a prude? Had someone told him something about me? I thought we were friends. Perhaps we'd be more, I don't know. But now, who can I trust?
Mom rang last night. I told her everything. How he tried to. I know I'm confused and all that, but does that give him the right to. Damn. I must have an allergy or something. Eyes keep welling up.
Well that wasn't the best career move I've made for a while. I'd got the job at Globalpharm Inc. earning $50K, and I wasn't complaining about the work being a little mundane. They specialised in Bio-Sampling and DNA screening for anything you can think of. So what if I started cataloguing and interplaying patient's DNA. Cloning's old hat now, and nobody really believes it'll work on humans. So I don't know why they had to sack me if it'll never work. I'll sue their asses off, just you see.
Well then? Two surprises in one day. Not only do I win my case against Globalpharm Inc and get £1M in compensation, but I get a job offer the same day. He didn't say who he was, but that he was based in Texas and that I would be able to pursue my interests (in the name of science, of course) without restraint. Seems he's an archetypal eccentric millionaire with a life wish.
Sir Wynton-Mayall (my once mysterious benefactor) has finally popped his clogs and gone to the great dispensing counter in the sky, so I was out of a job again. Not for long, as "Sir" left me a considerable share in his estate and a chance to set up my own company. I've already got contacts from my previous employment, and since they've lifted the ban on GM'ing human tissue and organs, I know just what I'm going to do with my hard earned cash. I just know there's a market for retro-DNA enhanced beauty treatments and it's give me a good cover to try and finally find out why I'm so different.
Mom died four weeks ago, today. Accident on a freeway. Bad snow, driving winds. I have no idea what she was thinking, going out in those conditions. I found a letter saying that I was adopted. She says she loved me as her own and that she hoped she would forgive her for the deception. I burned the letter.
Gabrielle is so hot for me. Fresh (and do I mean fresh or what) out of Uni. I feel so wicked inviting her up here. I'm sure people will talk. She knows the rules. I like privacy. Hurt too many times.
Things were going so well. The launch of the new perfume brand is selling a treat and my alpha team were nearly isolating the Chaos gene (my own little name for my affliction) and then we had a break in. Heaven knows how they got the codes or overrode the security system. Stole all files relevant to that not only new perfume brands in development, but for some stupid reason, the Chaos Project files, backup files too. Years of work lost. What the hell would they want with that stuff? Could it have been personal?
Well, she's gone. Gabrielle. My PIs that I'd put on to finding out who committed that industrial espionage all came back pointing to one person as the keystone to the whole business. She got so angry when I confronted her. I wasn't which was surprising. I just told her to get out. That I still loved her, but that she had better be gone in the morning.
Email from PS to Ms Winters : 0900hrs and 0930hrs meetings have cancelled due to illness.
Meeting reminder extract from office PC: dated Sept 12 2053: Meeting 1100hrs - Ms L Oberon-Smythe. Rebmatic Pharmaceuticals”
Curious day. "Ms Llewella D'Amber" was booked into our main conference suite at 1100hrs.I can't remember making the booking, but my previous two bookings didn't show, so I had some spare time on my hands. What an amazing woman! Personality aside, she tried to convince me to outsource some of our more radical genetic research.Though she didn't say outright, I'm sure she knew about our research into the C-gene.I immediately accused her of espionage and that we were more than capable. It sort of deteriorated from there. The meeting ended in a very unprofessional manner, as I stormed out..
That's five times she's left answer message on my machine! What is it with that woman?”
Charity Pharmaceuticals Inc. Statement taken by Det. Sgt. Trumball. Concern expressed that Ms Saywall-Winters has not appeared at work for three days and no answer by phone or personal visit to home of Ms Winters, by Ms Brown
Confirmation that house has not been used for at least a week. No signs of resistance or forced entry. Security footage has confirmed that she received a visitor was received Friday night 14th Sept at 2200hrs. No footage of either visitor or Ms Winters leaving residence. Suspect tampering with video footage lab analysis yet to be completed.
Well, she's gone. Gabrielle. My PIs that I'd put on to finding out who committed that industrial espionage all came back pointing to one person as the keystone to the whole business. She got so angry when I confronted her. I wasn't which was surprising. I just told her to get out. That I still loved her, but that she had better be gone in the morning.
I feel cold inside.
I had far too much to drink last night and Yellow stone park exploded. I have a very bad feeling about this.
A black road has appeared across the US. Misshapen creatures wander it's domain.
The death toll is rising.
I hate being right.
I think it's time I bought a gun.
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