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“Are all inventors that eccentric?” Henry, a young, college-aged guy who’s interning at Vision Tech, mumbles. He wears his hair in a high afro that reminds me of Will Smith inFresh Prince.
I take out my index cards and flip through them, listening keenly to the conversation while I triple check my to-do list.
“That guy wins the competition every year.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Sometimes, his inventions are genius. And sometimes,” Courtney shakes her long blond hair out of her face, “they’re just stupid.”
“Stupid?”
Courtney glances around as if she’s scared someone will overhear. “This one time, he invented a spinning knife, fork and spoon. Like… you just press a button and a different utensil pops out.”
Henry’s eyes widen. “But that’s kind of cool though.”
“Cool?” Courtney scoffs. “People have been using separate utensils for ages. Inventing another tool to eat with is a total waste of time.”
I step in between them to brush out the table cloth. “If it had served a market, then it would have been worth the fuss. The problem is that some of his inventions are commercially viable and others…”
Mentally calculating the surface of the table, I realize that we’ll need more room. Thankfully, I’m always prepared for the unexpected.
“Henry, can you bring a few more tables from the storage closet?”
Henry walks off and returns with the tables. He sets it up just in time for the caterers.
I’m too busy running back and forth between the floor crew, the caterers and the management team to keep track of Adam.
It’s not until someone taps me on the shoulder that I anticipate coming face-to-face with my boss.
Except it’s someone else.
“You’re the owner of Vision Tech, right?” A man with greying hair and a pleasant smile motions to me.
“No, I’m not the owner.” Although I’ve been mistaken as such many times.
“The face then? Whenever I see Vision Tech at these things, I’d see you.”
“And who exactly is it that’s been spying on me?” I arch an eyebrow.
He pulls out a business card. “How impolite of me. Leroy Foster.”
I check his card. “Yoon Technologies. You work with renewable energy.”
“As well-informed as you are beautiful, I see.” He laughs gently. “You’re familiar with our work?”
“You’ve managed to consume most of the commercial market share in renewable energy and natural resources. I was beginning to think of you as competition.”
“There goes my opportunity to wow you with our company slogan.”
My lips curl up. “Are you here to scout out our inventors?”
“I heard a rumor that Mr. Harrison’s recent invention would have something to do with self-sustaining batteries. I couldn’t resist.” His eyes twinkle. “Vision Tech throws these conventions just to scoop up the best inventors before the rest of us have a chance. I was determined to get ahead of the game.”
My smile blooms a bit more.
Adam walks up to us. His grin is intact, but his eyes are carefully assessing when he sticks a hand out to Leroy. “Hey, man.”
“Mr. Harrison,” Leroy takes the outstretched hand, “we were just talking about you and your brilliant invention.”
