The Beautiful Nerd - An Excerpt from a Novel in Progress
Grace arrived in a flurry of long blonde hair and Hanae Mori perfume. Noah looked up from the file he was reviewing when he heard Grace come in. She was wearing tight white skinny jeans, a form fitting baby pink blouse that displayed her ample cleavage perfectly, and black stiletto ankle boots to match the thick black belt at her narrow waist. At the age of 25, she was definitely the stereo-typical image of the hot girl, and she did not hesitate to use this to her advantage. The fact that she was Nelson’s cousin made her off limits to both of the men; therefore they were somewhat immune to her charms. To them, she was just one of them. The fact was, Grace was a beautiful nerd, and she loved her job.
Although her official title was Research Assistant, she carried her own weight with the computer programming, creative design, and even conducting investigation work. She was a true professional when out in the field, and her acting skills were superb. She considered herself their secret weapon, and she was right. Being as beautiful as a model and as intelligent as a biochemist had many advantages; the number one being that no one expected her to be smart.
Noah was glad to see her, to put her to work. He knew she would be all over this bizarre assignment.
“Grace!” He exclaimed, immediately getting her attention. “You have to see this!” She looked at Nelson, eyes wide in surprise and his level of excitement, and saw he was nodding furiously. Curious, she set her purse and coffee down at her desk and glided over to the lounge area where Noah was presently seated, and sat down in the chair right next to him. When Noah didn’t respond, she cleared her throat gently to remind him she was there. He jerked his head up, and then smiled when their eyes met. He handed over to her the files he had been reviewing, except for the one he was currently investigating. He told her a brief overview of what they had discovered, with Nelson adding his bits and pieces here and there.
Grace looked skeptically at the two men. She was speechless. While she remembered just about everything from what they were telling her, she was shocked to say the least now that the whole puzzle of it all was coming together. She knew about the old man’s claims but had completely disregarded the story as bogus; truth be told she had thought him to be a flat out loony-toon. She stared back and forth between Noah and Nelson in disbelief and she considered the reality of what they had just shared with her. After a few moments, she crinkled her nose and shrugged.
“Shit! What are you waiting for? Fill me in! I want all the details.” She demanded, ready to jump in, just as Noah had expected.
When they were done telling her everything, they all spent some time staring at each other in silence, each gathering their own thoughts. After a short while, Grace silently stood up and went to her computer station, where she immediately began typing in commands and pulling up various documents. She pulled up the data and programs they had been using to develop the weather tracking project, and then spent some time considering the information presented in the map projected on the wall, a finger tapping her pink-glossed bottom lip as she thought.
“I don’t fucking believe it.” Grace whispered, almost to herself. She turned away from the map to look at the men, who were now watching her silently, expectantly. “It’s true. The data right here supports everything.” She went back over to them and sat down in her recently vacated seat.
“We have to do something.” She looked each one in the eye, intensity in her expression. As expected, Grace was all in.