I'm having a lot of fun with this setting. This chapter basically jumped into my head the second I was done with the first one; don't worry, there's actually sex in this one. I'm picturing Dr. Tessera as looking kind of like Judy Greer, and Mackenzie is the second character in a story I've published that I've decided looks like Natalia Dyer. I can't help it; she's hot.
The Tessera Method, ch 2
Dr. Daniel Abramson shook the last test subject's hand, and the man gathered his things and left. Another good day of research complete! Daniel and one of his colleagues, Dr. Alice Tessera, were gathering data on empathetic response: how people's vital signs changed when they observed an inanimate object having apparent harm done to them - mannequins being hit with hammers, and so forth. Alice's research assistants, Tyler and Sophia, bustled around the test chamber cleaning up all of the equipment and props; meanwhile, Daniel's own research assistant, Mackenzie, lounged against a wall while tapping away at her phone.
From his vantage point behind the one-way glass, Daniel hit the intercom to project his voice into the chamber. "Hey, Mackenzie, want to help clean up a little bit?"
Mackenzie glanced over at Alice's research assistants, who between them were just barely managing to wedge a mannequin into a storage closet. "Looks like they've got it handled." She started scrolling again immediately.
Daniel frowned. That girl was impossible. Why did he keep her around, anyway? Her breasts jiggled slightly as she laughed at something on her phone. He tried his best not to notice.
"What's the matter, Daniel?" Alice pulled out a bottle of scotch she had squirreled away in the observation room and poured a couple of glasses. "We got some good data today. Nothing to worry about, right?"
Daniel raised his eyebrows at the bottle as he accepted his glass. It had to have cost at least $500. He hadn't thought the data was
that
good. "Jesus, Alice, how do you afford that stuff on a professor's salary?"
She chuckled as she took a sip. "There are any number of ways to apply our research profitably if you look around for them, Daniel."
Daniel snorted and took a sip himself. "I sure haven't found any." He sighed. "I guess it's just that my research assistant isn't working out. She's just so lazy, and she won't listen to anything I tell her. I'm at the point that I'm wondering what I even pay her for."
Alice shrugged, her frizzy blonde hair falling a bit out of its severe bun. "Seems pretty clear to me. She's hot." She coolly regarded the distracted girl's thin, delicate, pale frame, her shoulder-blade-length light brown hair, her steel-gray eyes, her light smattering of freckles, her not-exactly-professional outfit of a tight crop-top T-shirt and a denim miniskirt, and nodded approvingly. "Worth hiring just on looks alone."
Daniel sputtered. "Excuse me? That's an extremely unprofessional thing to -"
Alice laughed it off. "Oh, live a little, Daniel. I'm not trying to trap you. Keeping some eye candy around can be a good stress reliever." She gestured at Tyler and Sophia, who were both in fact quite attractive. Tyler was tall, lean, and fair, with well-maintained hair and beard, dressed in close-fitting khakis and polo; Sophia was shorter and darker with loose ringlets of dark brown hair, her hourglass figure tastefully displayed in a sundress that just barely skirted the line of professionalism. Alice took another sip as she regarded them. "Looks are important to find. The rest can be changed if you know how."
Daniel scoffed. Easy for her to say. Tyler and Sophia had just finished the cleanup, no thanks to Mackenzie, who hadn't lifted a finger the whole time. "What do you mean by that?"
Alice stared at her drink for a second, then downed it in one go. "Let me show you something, Daniel. As a mark of my professional respect for you." She activated the intercom. "Thanks, guys! Tyler, Sophia, go wait for me in the lobby. Mackenzie, could you stay behind for just a second?"
Mackenzie frowned at the one-way glass. "What? Why? I thought we were done!" she whined, coming just short of stomping her foot in a fit of pique as the other two students happily filed out the door.
Alice was all smiles, though, even though Mackenzie couldn't see her face. "I'm trying to explain a proposal I've been working on for a new study, and it would go a lot faster if I could just demonstrate it. Could you take a seat?"
Mackenzie sighed petulantly, put her phone in her purse, and sat in the subject chair, legs crossed, one foot bouncing impatiently. "What's the study?" she asked.
"I'm going to play you a series of tones," Alice said, tapping away at her computer, "and ask you some questions."
Mackenzie frowned. "But what's the goal? What questions? What are the tones for?"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Alice tutted. "I can't tell you before we start, or it'll contaminate the results. Just humor me, please. This won't take long." She deactivated the intercom. "Last year," she explained to Daniel, her voice now for his ears only, "I did an interdisciplinary study with a professor from the Neurology department. Do you remember Erica Jennings?"
Daniel nodded, sipping at his scotch, trying to make the expensive liquor last as long as he could. "I think so. She was some kind of up-and-coming young hotshot over there, right? Already on a tenure track at 25 or something? What happened to her, anyway? I haven't heard her name in a while."
Alice waved a hand dismissively. "She was 23, actually. Quite impressive. But she's out of academia now. I'll get to it later."
Mackenzie waved her hand around from her chair. "Are you guys still there?"