10 years later…
(The following is an introduction to the new setting for this story branch, where Jen is a successful business woman)
10 years had passed since Jennifer Smith had received a phone call from the mysteriously absent Kyle Perkins.
In that time she’d forgotten the strange occurrence, graduated high school, and then college with a degree in corporate law. She’d set up a consultancy firm with a pair of fellow graduates and the trio had made a name for themselves as the people to go to if a company was having trouble acquiring intellectual property.
The three of them were making big money, with companies willing to pay tens of millions of pounds to get their hands on these ideas the three partners had expanded their business quickly and within 4 years ‘Bradshaw-Wright-Smith’ had transferred to the top 8 floors of a 50 storey building, employing over 200 people.
Jen had grown into a stunning young woman, often being asked to appear in magazines, she had used her looks through college to generate revenue modelling for fashion magazines.
Jen knew she’d gotten lucky, without the more ambitious aspirations of her partners she’d never be in the position she was in. But what she wasn’t aware of was that most of the staff had decided that the only reason she’d gotten there was because the other two partners had used her looks to entice customers. And for the most part this was true, Jen had befriended Matthew and Clarissa at college and they had pretty much carried her to where she was now.
Matthew Bradshaw was the great business mind of the whole company; he’d masterminded some of their riskiest and greatest corporate successes and was the first man in and out of the office every day. He was a master negotiator and expert in corporate law. Clarissa Wright was the business manager, she knew everything about everyone who worked for them and was an accounting genius, but her greatest strength was in finding business for the company.
Jen found herself mostly supporting one of the other two in office duties and performing the initial meeting with clients. She didn’t realise she was being used for her looks to entice businessmen into joining the company and would often wonder why female C.E.Os would turn her pitches down.
Jen was in her office, on the top floor of the building, going over reports of their latest legal challenge and trying to decipher Matt’s statements into words that the clients would understand. She had just started working on the last page of the report when…