"Syphiana madame food's ready," the maid said.
Syphiana comes running. "I'm sorry, Margaret, not now," Siphiana said as she hurriedly wore her stockings.
Syphiana is a famous scientist and a geologist who is a beautiful and confident woman. She is going somewhere new, one of the biggest institutions in the UK. She wore a black tie, a white shirt, a pencil skirt lengthening to her ankles, and a long overcoat hugging her calves, along with the stockings.
Syphiana walks out of the house, fog smokes people's silhouettes walking, and winds block the view. She clears her vision to see the institution's car came to pick her up.
She walks to the car. The driver approached and opened the door.
"Thank you, madam. I ca- can't believe you are in front of me. I've seen your interviews, and I can't believe you are near me. Can I have an autograph?"
Syphiana interrupted the old driver with a intense stare and her hands pointing towards road in a commanding way:
"You should use your eyes to watch out road and start the car in case you don't want to be fired."
Driver catches his breath and starts the car while his hands shaking.
The foggy, hazy atmosphere filled the streets and roads of London. Old cars, horse carts, fast horses, and their tabdak tabdak. People with suitcases and cigars, wearing coats, blazers, and jackets paired with hats and gloves. Some were enjoying the smoke with the snow covering the land. Some were cursing the winters.
Syphiana's eyes locked on Big Ben far away, not clearly visible, yet she could understand she was already late for her first day at the institute. The car is moving slow due to a horse that died on the road. Is fog making things beautiful? Or worse? Then her eyes started focusing on a violinist playing violin in the narrow street. A famous soothing melody. (That one is the one that makes us calm and relaxed).
Finally she reached the London Institute of Science and Global Research.
A gate measuring 20 ft swept open and brushed steel crowned with an inlaid crest of silver constellations. Syphiana, with a fire and hope in her eyes, looked at the heights insanely higher past this door.
"First time seeing a giant door? Are you measuring the height?" a man said, breaking her trance. He smiled teasingly.
Syphiana looked him up & down, a little fat man with a very long height and little beard along with his glasses. He looks good tho
"20 ft, that's the height," Syphianna said while both stared into each eachother's eye with a polite smile.
The man reaches with his hand, "No doubt you are brilliant. It's Esther Bouvinski here, a professor and... a scientist with one of the most reputable degrees."
Syphiana shakes hands and says, "Syphiana Morgan."
Esther Bouvinski guides Syphianna inside the campus.
Both of them were walking in the big campus, bigger than a stadium.
Campus was a big garden with pots made on it.
"Those gates, Miss Syphiana? They didn't merely guard a campus. They guard the lives & future of humanity. They frame ambition itself."
"So let me Welcome to the London Institute of Science and Research. Your speeches are so—your words are so motivating. They just hypnotize me. Absolutely magnificent speeches you gave, but how?
Syphiana was walking with him, looking at campus, while smiling. She is more interested in those urgent, life-changing things for which she is called here.
"Geniuses like you can't be doubted," Esther said, breaking Syphiana's trance of thoughts.
The corridor filled with professors, lecturers, scientists, politicians, reporters (media, press), and lots of students. Haze was lesser, the smell of cigarettes and a smoky atmosphere giving the vibes of the industrializing UK, 1920–1980s London.
They both reached the gate into the institute's building.
"The secret to those influential speeches is the direction and the movements; in simple terms, just know what you want and what you want to give." Syphiana says while they're walking towards the office of the institution's most famous and influential professor, Professor Arthur Hardwin.
"It was nice meeting you, miss," Esther said while stopping and looking at his pocket watch, his leg a little tilted away from Syphiana.
"Mr. Bouvenski... Thank you," Syphiana says while nodding her head and smiling.
Esther nodded while his gaze was restless. He loosens his shirt's collar. Syphiana shows her hand for a polite handshake; Esther shakes hands with a loose grip, and he leaves fast.
"Oh, a sudden change in Mr. Bouvenski. Also, I need to solve that equation. "Oh wait I forgot why I came here." Syphianna thinks while looking at Esther falling far in the haze of the long corridor.
"Syphiana? Come, come," a familiar old excited voice behind Syphianna. She moves her overcoat away as she both tilts to look…
It was Professor Arthur Hardwin. Syphiana greets him.
Inside the office, both are sitting on a chair facing each other. An office desk between them and a clock on the desk making noise in the silence—tick, tock, tick, tock.
"Syphianna, you are one of the most talented pieces in our knowing. There's a disaster coming soon," Arthur said while leaning on the desk, supporting his hands by his elbow. He looks serious, staring at her forehead.
Syphiana takes a cigarette out of her overcoat along with a lighter, lighting it and puffing in the air to regain her composure and to not look nervous. She says he headed left, looking at the beautiful view of nature from the window.
"Professor I," takes a puff again, "strictly revolt at you calling me," pauses for 3 seconds, staring at the professor. The professor was feeling tense, as he was just being polite. "A piece."
Professor's eyes blinking rapidly, his head moving in different directions as he can't find words.
"It's… It's a worldwide level threat," he starts, suffocating due to—and drinks water.
"I'm sorry, but we have no time for th-th-this.
He screams not at Syphiana but in order to make himself accept the reality.
"WE" exhales aggressively, "HAVE TO DO SOMETHING..."
To be continued
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