Flintstones Mandela Effect Novels & Stories

he asked again, albeit with sarcastic intent meant to mock the woman. “No…!” Doctor Royce chided. “We bring society to book” she fired, playing by the Agent’s game. Caught in the joke, the Federal Agent slowly pulled a smirk on his face only to in the next second burst into laughter. “Yea, right…” he said, sobering up immediately and looking at the woman, and the papers in front of her. “So how do you hope to do that with uh…the files?” he asked, picking up the papers from the woman. Looking at it, he saw the texts ‘Cause and Effect: A window into the Psyche and Mind of the Criminal’ printed atop. “Hope that we sign it and have these rogues back on the streets to fight us?” the Agent said, r

He leaned back on the sofa where he sat as he muttered this and rolled his eyes. “I haven’t even started with my findings and comparison of the attacks on both companies. That timeline is a key to how Mr. Mandela manipulated my father’s actions. I’m not sure Mr. Mandela realized what he did and how he affected the attack on himself.” As Merina spoke, she took off the cardigan she wore. Which revealed the marks had become bruises. “I’m afraid I washed off my makeup already, but that was a mess and Gabriella used it as evidence that I tried to get into Conner and her father’s pants.” She let the disgust drip off her tongue for the officers.

How very British. “Help yourselves.” Nkosi waved his teacup. Max poured a cup and selected a small biscuit as a gesture of politeness. “Nkosi—” “Please. Call me Mandla. I hate formalities.” Mandla ignored Max’s raised eyebrow. “I’ve heard good things about MIT. Rumors are, thanks to MIT2’s loyal work, there are six notorious Isis leaders behind bars.” Max kept his expression neutral as Mandla continued. “I’m sure you’ve reviewed my file. But you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. We have little time to establish trust. I need to reassure you however that I work closely with the STF.”

It was obvious Miranda’s presentation had left a strong impression. Fiona happened to run straight into them. She stepped aside with a polite smile as they passed. “Dr. Stone is impressive. We really underestimated her,” one shareholder said. “We misjudged her before. With her on board, this project has a much better chance of succeeding.” “No wonder she earned a doctorate at such a young age. She’s the real deal.” Fiona’s smile dropped instantly as she watched them walk away. Miranda had managed to win them over. That meant the shareholders would no longer oppose the brain–computer program and they would stop targeting Felix.