L'amante dell'ingegnere, Part Due
The road before her rippled, blurred, splashed clear just to become rippled again.
The squeak-click of the wind-shield wipers set against the cacophony of raindrops as she drove down the beltway.
"A hundred 'n twenty thousand?" the man had asked, his voice cracking on the final word, "We don't have that kind of money anymore. You know that. R&D's been slashed by five percent every year since 2008; we're lucky the whole department hasn't been gutted."
"I know," she'd responded, her eyes trained on the man's left cheekbone, "but I also know that he's the only reason you've produced anything in the past decade."
The man had turned and looked out the window at the building across the street, tinted glass reflecting towers of turgid cumulonimbus. "He needs to be handled. I'd have given him that by now if I didn't have to keep Lorentz's team constantly checking in on him. They've not been able to take on as many projects with him there."
The highway was a riverbed. As she rounded the curve h