BlackWolf65
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“Son of a bitch! Is he serious?”
David crumpled the memo up in his hand, closed his fist around it and slammed the fist down on his desk. Several items on the desk rattled briefly. He sat for a moment, fuming, and then shoved his chair back and came to his feet. He stormed out of his office, stalking past his startled graduate assistant, who looked at him with a worried frown.
“Don’t worry, Sandra, I’m not pissed at you,” he growled, continuing through the outer door and then down the hall towards the Chancellor’s offices. He strode through the open outer door, looked at the Chancellor’s administrative assistant, and asked gruffly, “Is he in?”
The woman looked up at him for a moment, saw the expression on David’s face, and simply nodded, her eyes widening slightly. The man was angry, and it was plainly visible on his face. She wisely decided to simply let him pass unchallenged.
David stormed angrily to the door of the Chancellor’s private office, brusquely opening it without knocking. He stepped up to the enormous mahogany desk, threw the crumpled memo down in front of the Chancellor, and glared at him, deep blue eyes narrowed to near slits.
“What the hell is this about?” he demanded angrily.
Chancellor Miglorie gazed coolly up at the head of the Computer Science department for a long moment, a slight smile on his lips. That smile did not touch his eyes, though, and David knew it was as fake as everything else about the man. After several seconds, he said softly, “I assume this is the memo I sent to you this morning, Doctor Bryson?”
“For Christ’s sake, Miglorie,” he hissed, “what the hell else would it be? Now what in the hell is this about?”
Miglorie’s lips twitched just slightly. “It is about exactly what it says it’s about,” he said, voice as smooth as silk. He was enjoying this immensely.
The Chancellor didn’t like Dr. David Bryson. Oh, the man was brilliant, there was no doubt about that. He was at the top of his field, an expert working on the cutting edge of artificial intelligence and its potential applications. He was, in fact, the leading expert in AI in the country, perhaps the world.
He was also, in the Chancellor’s eyes, an arrogant, impatient and demanding faculty member who had a tendency to grate on those around him. When he had received word that the University would be hosting a visitor from the Environmental Sciences Institute at the Polytechnic University of Tirana in Albania, he had seen an opportunity to legitimately annoy David.
Miglorie had decided that Bryson would be the University’s liaison while the visiting academic was in the United States. Bryson didn’t get along with most people. The fact that the visitor was a woman made it even better. Bryson would be forced to be on his best behavior, at least for the length of time that she was a guest of the school.
“Goddammit, Miglorie,” David fumed, “you damned well know that I don’t have the fucking time to babysit some earth sciences tree hugger. I’m up to my neck in work. Find someone else to do this.”
Miglorie smiled, a politician’s smile.
“Dr. Bryson,” he said softly, “there is no need for profanity. The decision is made. After a good deal of discussion, it was decided that you are the faculty member best suited to act as liaison.”
In fact, there had been no discussion. Miglorie had made this decision independently. He tipped his chair back a little, hands resting comfortably on his substantial belly. The politician’s smile widened slightly. Oh, he was enjoying this.
“Consider it a vacation of sorts. You’ll be spending most of your time with Dr. Ruçi while she’s visiting us, and the university is confident that you will make her feel welcome and at home while she is our guest.”
“God damn it, Miglorie,” he shouted, “how in the hell am I supposed to do this? I don’t know a fucking thing about earth sciences, and I’m pretty damned sure that Dr. whatever the hell his name is knows nothing about computers or AI.”
“Dr. Ruçi,” Miglorie said quietly. “Dr. Pranvera Ruçi. He is a she, Dr. Bryson. We expect that you’ll be able to keep her busy and entertained while she is a guest of this institution. You really are the person best qualified for this.”
“For Christ’s sake,” David muttered angrily. “How long is she going to be here?”
Miglorie’s smile widened a bit more. “We really aren’t sure. It’s an open-ended visit. At least a month, possibly two.”
David’s mouth dropped open, causing Miglorie’s smile to break into a full on grin.
“A month? Maybe two? What the fuck, Miglorie, I can’t afford to be away from my lab that long, and you fucking know it.”
Miglorie dropped his chair back forward, wiped the smile from his face and busied himself shuffling some papers on the desk. He didn’t look up again.
“The matter is closed, Dr. Bryson,” he said coldly. “You will be the University’s liaison while Dr. Ruçi is visiting. That will be all.”
David stood rooted in place, fuming silently. He hated this piece of shit.
After several seconds had passed, Miglorie spoke again. “That will be all, Doctor”
David stood still for one more moment, glaring at the bald spot on the top of Miglorie’s head. He spun on his heel, muttered, “Asshole,” just loudly enough to be heard, and stalked from the room.
Chancellor Miglorie leaned back in his chair again with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Oh, my,” he thought, “that was more fun than sex.”
David stormed past the Chancellor’s assistant, who was watching him pass with eyes wide in shock at what she had just overheard. When he passed out of her office, she smiled. She didn’t much like the Chancellor, either. She had often wished she was in a position to speak to him the way that Dr. Bryson had just done. But she needed her job.
David strode back into his own department offices. As he passed her desk, he growled at his graduate assistant, “Sandra, I need to speak to you in my office.”
Sandra quickly rose and followed her boss into his private office. Though she found him intimidating at times, she loved working for him. He could be difficult, but he was amazingly intelligent. She had learned more from him in the past six months as his assistant than she had in the entire four years of her undergraduate studies.
She entered his office and stood waiting.
“Sit,” he said. “We need to talk.”
Sandra sat in the chair in front of Bryson’s desk, and watched him drop into his chair with a frustrated sigh. He was pissed, she could tell. She just hoped it didn’t involve her.
“I’m going to be busy for a while, and out of the lab,” he said. “I’m going to need you to take over for me while I’m gone.”
Sandra gasped audibly and then said, “Excuse me, Doctor?”
Bryson leaned back in his chair and gazed at her. His eyes softened. This woman was good. He trusted her to keep things moving for him while he was busy babysitting. He knew she was more than capable; he also knew that she might not believe that. He took a deep breath, calming himself.
“Sandra, I’ve been given a babysitting job. There’s an environmental scientist from Albania who will be visiting us here. I’ve been told that I’m now the University’s liaison for that visit. I’ll be out of the lab for at least a month, possibly as long as two. I’m sure I can find time to drop in and check on things, but I need someone I can trust to keep this place on track while I’m gone. You’re best person to do it.”
Sandra’s eyes widened. “Me, Doctor Bryson? Why me?”
“Because, you work with me on a daily basis. You know better than anyone else here how I want things done. The other grad assistants look up to you. I don’t trust anyone else to do this for me. You’re the best grad student I have in the lab. I need you in my place while I’m gone.”
A slow smile spread across Sandra’s face, lighting up her eyes. This was huge. Dr. Bryson was putting her in charge of the lab. For a month. Maybe even two months! She looked at him intently.
“You trust me that much, Doctor?” she asked.
He smiled. “I do,” he said quietly.
Sandra glanced down at her lap for a moment, then looked back up. “Thank you, Doctor. I’m honored.”
“Don’t be too honored,” he said. “It’s going to be tough, and you know it. But yes, I trust you to handle things for me. I don’t need to tell you anything, you know how I do things, and how I want things done. But if you have any questions while I’m not here, just call me.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Sandra said. “You can count on me.”
“I know that,” David replied. “That’s why I’m putting you in charge. Our visitor will be here the day after tomorrow. That’s when you take over. You may as well go and let the rest of the lab staff know. If they have any questions that you can’t answer, send them to me.”
“Yes, Doctor,” she replied, rising to her feet. “And thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.”
David nodded. “You’re welcome. Now go and let them know what’s happening. I have some research to do on our visitor.”
As Sandra turned and left the office, Bryson turned to his computer and did a search for the Polytechnic University of Tirana. He found the profile of the faculty member he would be babysitting, and began to read. Then, he did a much deeper search on Dr. Pranvera Ruçi herself, and began to study.
David crumpled the memo up in his hand, closed his fist around it and slammed the fist down on his desk. Several items on the desk rattled briefly. He sat for a moment, fuming, and then shoved his chair back and came to his feet. He stormed out of his office, stalking past his startled graduate assistant, who looked at him with a worried frown.
“Don’t worry, Sandra, I’m not pissed at you,” he growled, continuing through the outer door and then down the hall towards the Chancellor’s offices. He strode through the open outer door, looked at the Chancellor’s administrative assistant, and asked gruffly, “Is he in?”
The woman looked up at him for a moment, saw the expression on David’s face, and simply nodded, her eyes widening slightly. The man was angry, and it was plainly visible on his face. She wisely decided to simply let him pass unchallenged.
David stormed angrily to the door of the Chancellor’s private office, brusquely opening it without knocking. He stepped up to the enormous mahogany desk, threw the crumpled memo down in front of the Chancellor, and glared at him, deep blue eyes narrowed to near slits.
“What the hell is this about?” he demanded angrily.
Chancellor Miglorie gazed coolly up at the head of the Computer Science department for a long moment, a slight smile on his lips. That smile did not touch his eyes, though, and David knew it was as fake as everything else about the man. After several seconds, he said softly, “I assume this is the memo I sent to you this morning, Doctor Bryson?”
“For Christ’s sake, Miglorie,” he hissed, “what the hell else would it be? Now what in the hell is this about?”
Miglorie’s lips twitched just slightly. “It is about exactly what it says it’s about,” he said, voice as smooth as silk. He was enjoying this immensely.
The Chancellor didn’t like Dr. David Bryson. Oh, the man was brilliant, there was no doubt about that. He was at the top of his field, an expert working on the cutting edge of artificial intelligence and its potential applications. He was, in fact, the leading expert in AI in the country, perhaps the world.
He was also, in the Chancellor’s eyes, an arrogant, impatient and demanding faculty member who had a tendency to grate on those around him. When he had received word that the University would be hosting a visitor from the Environmental Sciences Institute at the Polytechnic University of Tirana in Albania, he had seen an opportunity to legitimately annoy David.
Miglorie had decided that Bryson would be the University’s liaison while the visiting academic was in the United States. Bryson didn’t get along with most people. The fact that the visitor was a woman made it even better. Bryson would be forced to be on his best behavior, at least for the length of time that she was a guest of the school.
“Goddammit, Miglorie,” David fumed, “you damned well know that I don’t have the fucking time to babysit some earth sciences tree hugger. I’m up to my neck in work. Find someone else to do this.”
Miglorie smiled, a politician’s smile.
“Dr. Bryson,” he said softly, “there is no need for profanity. The decision is made. After a good deal of discussion, it was decided that you are the faculty member best suited to act as liaison.”
In fact, there had been no discussion. Miglorie had made this decision independently. He tipped his chair back a little, hands resting comfortably on his substantial belly. The politician’s smile widened slightly. Oh, he was enjoying this.
“Consider it a vacation of sorts. You’ll be spending most of your time with Dr. Ruçi while she’s visiting us, and the university is confident that you will make her feel welcome and at home while she is our guest.”
“God damn it, Miglorie,” he shouted, “how in the hell am I supposed to do this? I don’t know a fucking thing about earth sciences, and I’m pretty damned sure that Dr. whatever the hell his name is knows nothing about computers or AI.”
“Dr. Ruçi,” Miglorie said quietly. “Dr. Pranvera Ruçi. He is a she, Dr. Bryson. We expect that you’ll be able to keep her busy and entertained while she is a guest of this institution. You really are the person best qualified for this.”
“For Christ’s sake,” David muttered angrily. “How long is she going to be here?”
Miglorie’s smile widened a bit more. “We really aren’t sure. It’s an open-ended visit. At least a month, possibly two.”
David’s mouth dropped open, causing Miglorie’s smile to break into a full on grin.
“A month? Maybe two? What the fuck, Miglorie, I can’t afford to be away from my lab that long, and you fucking know it.”
Miglorie dropped his chair back forward, wiped the smile from his face and busied himself shuffling some papers on the desk. He didn’t look up again.
“The matter is closed, Dr. Bryson,” he said coldly. “You will be the University’s liaison while Dr. Ruçi is visiting. That will be all.”
David stood rooted in place, fuming silently. He hated this piece of shit.
After several seconds had passed, Miglorie spoke again. “That will be all, Doctor”
David stood still for one more moment, glaring at the bald spot on the top of Miglorie’s head. He spun on his heel, muttered, “Asshole,” just loudly enough to be heard, and stalked from the room.
Chancellor Miglorie leaned back in his chair again with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Oh, my,” he thought, “that was more fun than sex.”
David stormed past the Chancellor’s assistant, who was watching him pass with eyes wide in shock at what she had just overheard. When he passed out of her office, she smiled. She didn’t much like the Chancellor, either. She had often wished she was in a position to speak to him the way that Dr. Bryson had just done. But she needed her job.
David strode back into his own department offices. As he passed her desk, he growled at his graduate assistant, “Sandra, I need to speak to you in my office.”
Sandra quickly rose and followed her boss into his private office. Though she found him intimidating at times, she loved working for him. He could be difficult, but he was amazingly intelligent. She had learned more from him in the past six months as his assistant than she had in the entire four years of her undergraduate studies.
She entered his office and stood waiting.
“Sit,” he said. “We need to talk.”
Sandra sat in the chair in front of Bryson’s desk, and watched him drop into his chair with a frustrated sigh. He was pissed, she could tell. She just hoped it didn’t involve her.
“I’m going to be busy for a while, and out of the lab,” he said. “I’m going to need you to take over for me while I’m gone.”
Sandra gasped audibly and then said, “Excuse me, Doctor?”
Bryson leaned back in his chair and gazed at her. His eyes softened. This woman was good. He trusted her to keep things moving for him while he was busy babysitting. He knew she was more than capable; he also knew that she might not believe that. He took a deep breath, calming himself.
“Sandra, I’ve been given a babysitting job. There’s an environmental scientist from Albania who will be visiting us here. I’ve been told that I’m now the University’s liaison for that visit. I’ll be out of the lab for at least a month, possibly as long as two. I’m sure I can find time to drop in and check on things, but I need someone I can trust to keep this place on track while I’m gone. You’re best person to do it.”
Sandra’s eyes widened. “Me, Doctor Bryson? Why me?”
“Because, you work with me on a daily basis. You know better than anyone else here how I want things done. The other grad assistants look up to you. I don’t trust anyone else to do this for me. You’re the best grad student I have in the lab. I need you in my place while I’m gone.”
A slow smile spread across Sandra’s face, lighting up her eyes. This was huge. Dr. Bryson was putting her in charge of the lab. For a month. Maybe even two months! She looked at him intently.
“You trust me that much, Doctor?” she asked.
He smiled. “I do,” he said quietly.
Sandra glanced down at her lap for a moment, then looked back up. “Thank you, Doctor. I’m honored.”
“Don’t be too honored,” he said. “It’s going to be tough, and you know it. But yes, I trust you to handle things for me. I don’t need to tell you anything, you know how I do things, and how I want things done. But if you have any questions while I’m not here, just call me.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Sandra said. “You can count on me.”
“I know that,” David replied. “That’s why I’m putting you in charge. Our visitor will be here the day after tomorrow. That’s when you take over. You may as well go and let the rest of the lab staff know. If they have any questions that you can’t answer, send them to me.”
“Yes, Doctor,” she replied, rising to her feet. “And thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.”
David nodded. “You’re welcome. Now go and let them know what’s happening. I have some research to do on our visitor.”
As Sandra turned and left the office, Bryson turned to his computer and did a search for the Polytechnic University of Tirana. He found the profile of the faculty member he would be babysitting, and began to read. Then, he did a much deeper search on Dr. Pranvera Ruçi herself, and began to study.
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