Chapter 1..Pilot
A distant whisper of muffled talking. "Calculate. 17 593 contacts in 23 States. Perfect. That iss more impact than last year by 2.17%. Should I be worried? No. Worrying does not help me. The profits are exceptional. There is literally just so much we can do. Expand? Maybe? To where? Where have we not gone?" I am in my office. Eyes shut. I am sitting on my favourite chair. I can feel the warmth of my rug on my feet. I took off my shoes the moment I got in here. They were killing me. The whole office had been shocked. I never wear heels, or shoes in particular. I like to feel what I am walking on. It is not hygienic but when you walk by the same route everyday and have it sanitized every few hours before you walk, it should not be as bad right? I calculate a lot. I calculate when I am going to walk out and where I will go, the prescribed time I will spend on something, be it conversation or a game. Whether other people are pleased by it or not is not my concern. I have a goal, I stick to it. Simple as that. I\"m losing myself again arent I? OK, not so calculative. What was I doing again? Oh, there is a global map on my desk, the round kind you can flip at will. Classic. Let us start with opening our eyes. Then we can check which countries I need for our next out reach. Open. My vision is blurred at first then I get a proper focus on things. Someone is starring at me. It is Cooper. My PA. I almost fall off my chair. "Jesus Coop! What is wrong with you? How long have you been standing there?" "About 5 minutes. Give or take. I thought it would be weird to interrupt your thinking trance. You have a meeting in 15 minutes with Dan Field from B&G." "I\"m not going. I never go. Why do we have to go through this everyday?" "It is never bad to hope. I will have Cander fill in for you." He does not add \"as always\". He moves so as to walk out. "And Cooper..?" "Yes?" "Am I a weird person?" "No, Miss Cain. I believe the word is misunderstood." He leaves without another word. Misunderstood huh? At the end of the day I really do not care what they think. But I care what Cooper thinks, and according to him it is never bad to hope. Everyday since I decided to stop going for meetings and have Cander employed for just that purpose, Cooper would come back like nothing had changed and ask me if I wanted to go. My answer remained the same. I would not go for any meeting of any sort. The business was mine. I would run it the way I wanted. But Cooper, Cooper always hoped one day that would change. Stupid Cooper.
. . .
My name is Sgoth Cain. I\"m the adopted daughter of Gordon Cain, Entrepreneur and Doctor. My father never had a wife. You can imagine what sort of childhood I must have had. Terrible is what most people would think, with a father, no mother, adopted child, but no, I was content. My dad loved me. He loved everyone around him. I never really had him to myself, but when I did, it was just magical. Dad was known all over Toma. He was an awesome business man. He knew how to pose for the camera and he was a good man even without it. He did not tell anybody when he adopted me and for years, noone but the servants and the guards knew he had a daughter. He always told me that he did not want me to be swallowed by the world and never accomplish what I wanted because I would want to keep up appearences. He would say "You can only find clouds in the sky. That\"s where you\"re meant to be. But with interference you\"ll never soar as high as one." After that enlightening session I would always bring up how clouds look so soft and edible.. My dad would laugh.. I would laugh. Then he\"d get me tonnes of cotton candy.
The first time I had met him he had bought me cotton candy. The day he arrived at the orphanage he had been caught in a storm. His car had broken down a couple of blocks away. He had been coming back from dropping off one of the cooking staff who had slipped on the stairs and literally broken a leg, Mrs Sherwood. The rain had gotten the better of him and he had to seek shelter. The Sisters let him sleep in the room that was next to Ours. Everyone was curious about the wet stranger but it was night time and we were told not to make any noise for him, well everyone except me. I could not have cared less. I was repeating the math tables we had dealt with that day. I had gotten one answer wrong and it was so dissapointing. I had been so confident. I made a fool of myself. One thing I did wonder though, was whether this man knew any Mathematics.
The next morning, the sun was out. The lawn was still wet so we were told we could only play in the lawn that afternoon. I had already forgotten about the mystery man by then and I went to the outer hall to practice my math. We were not allowed there in this weather, but I needed solitude. I would whisper to myself the numbers, put them in order. It made me feel like I had a purpose. Like if I could just remember, things would not be so bad. I would not think of how life was so messed up. Numbers would never lie. I continued to practice. Little did I know, the mystery man had been about to leave and he heard me in my trance. Everytime I would get a part of the table wrong I would begin again till I got it right. This process took about 30 minutes.
"Little girl." I turned, a mixture of annoyance and shock in my eyes. "Whoa there, I did not mean to disturb your Mathematical heaven," - - at least this guy knew what he had done--" but would you accompany me that I get my car fixed. You look like you would be good company and I would love to here more about this obsession you have with numbers." What was he trying to do? Get me in trouble? "I have already told the sisters I am going with you so you can chill out." What? Was I being scammed? I gave him a cynical look. "Well it is either that or you explain to them what you were doing outside alone when you were told to stay in till afternoon." "OK, I will come with you. " "She talks. " 🤯. No shit Sherlock. "Yeah I do. " "So what\"s your name?" We were walking outside the gate to the orphanage. I checked the windows. A tonne of kids were staring at me. That\"s weird. "Sgoth. My name is Sgoth." "What an awesome name. Why Sgoth?" "How would I know?" "Well Sgoth, would you like some cotton candy? Pink and cloudy like your name?" This guy had the worst jokes. But I found myself laughing. "You know Scottish? Yes, please."
We spent the day together. His car got towed and another one with a driver came to pick us up. For a moment I thought I was getting kidnapped, but then strangely, I trusted in this stranger. "Why do you have a driver?" "This is Tom. He\"s more a friend than a driver. He does work for me, but we are very close. Tom, this is Sgoth." "Pleasure to meet you Miss Sgoth." "You can just call me Sgoth. I have no actual surname. " "Would you want to use my surname?" "Why would I do that?" "Well technically if you have no name and I adopt you, mine would be yours." "You want to adopt me?" "Well, why not? Does it not seem like a good idea Tom?" "It sure does Sir."
And that was all it took.
. . .
My name is Sgoth Cain. I\"m the adopted daughter of Gordon Cain, Entrepreneur and Doctor. My father never had a wife. You can imagine what sort of childhood I must have had. Terrible is what most people would think, with a father, no mother, adopted child, but no, I was content. My dad loved me. He loved everyone around him. I never really had him to myself, but when I did, it was just magical. Dad was known all over Toma. He was an awesome business man. He knew how to pose for the camera and he was a good man even without it. He did not tell anybody when he adopted me and for years, noone but the servants and the guards knew he had a daughter. He always told me that he did not want me to be swallowed by the world and never accomplish what I wanted because I would want to keep up appearences. He would say "You can only find clouds in the sky. That\"s where you\"re meant to be. But with interference you\"ll never soar as high as one." After that enlightening session I would always bring up how clouds look so soft and edible.. My dad would laugh.. I would laugh. Then he\"d get me tonnes of cotton candy.
The first time I had met him he had bought me cotton candy. The day he arrived at the orphanage he had been caught in a storm. His car had broken down a couple of blocks away. He had been coming back from dropping off one of the cooking staff who had slipped on the stairs and literally broken a leg, Mrs Sherwood. The rain had gotten the better of him and he had to seek shelter. The Sisters let him sleep in the room that was next to Ours. Everyone was curious about the wet stranger but it was night time and we were told not to make any noise for him, well everyone except me. I could not have cared less. I was repeating the math tables we had dealt with that day. I had gotten one answer wrong and it was so dissapointing. I had been so confident. I made a fool of myself. One thing I did wonder though, was whether this man knew any Mathematics.
The next morning, the sun was out. The lawn was still wet so we were told we could only play in the lawn that afternoon. I had already forgotten about the mystery man by then and I went to the outer hall to practice my math. We were not allowed there in this weather, but I needed solitude. I would whisper to myself the numbers, put them in order. It made me feel like I had a purpose. Like if I could just remember, things would not be so bad. I would not think of how life was so messed up. Numbers would never lie. I continued to practice. Little did I know, the mystery man had been about to leave and he heard me in my trance. Everytime I would get a part of the table wrong I would begin again till I got it right. This process took about 30 minutes.
"Little girl." I turned, a mixture of annoyance and shock in my eyes. "Whoa there, I did not mean to disturb your Mathematical heaven," - - at least this guy knew what he had done--" but would you accompany me that I get my car fixed. You look like you would be good company and I would love to here more about this obsession you have with numbers." What was he trying to do? Get me in trouble? "I have already told the sisters I am going with you so you can chill out." What? Was I being scammed? I gave him a cynical look. "Well it is either that or you explain to them what you were doing outside alone when you were told to stay in till afternoon." "OK, I will come with you. " "She talks. " 🤯. No shit Sherlock. "Yeah I do. " "So what\"s your name?" We were walking outside the gate to the orphanage. I checked the windows. A tonne of kids were staring at me. That\"s weird. "Sgoth. My name is Sgoth." "What an awesome name. Why Sgoth?" "How would I know?" "Well Sgoth, would you like some cotton candy? Pink and cloudy like your name?" This guy had the worst jokes. But I found myself laughing. "You know Scottish? Yes, please."
We spent the day together. His car got towed and another one with a driver came to pick us up. For a moment I thought I was getting kidnapped, but then strangely, I trusted in this stranger. "Why do you have a driver?" "This is Tom. He\"s more a friend than a driver. He does work for me, but we are very close. Tom, this is Sgoth." "Pleasure to meet you Miss Sgoth." "You can just call me Sgoth. I have no actual surname. " "Would you want to use my surname?" "Why would I do that?" "Well technically if you have no name and I adopt you, mine would be yours." "You want to adopt me?" "Well, why not? Does it not seem like a good idea Tom?" "It sure does Sir."
And that was all it took.
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