Midas From Real Steel Novels & Stories

Amara Rechner-Steel. ****tbc****

Steel declared. "Yes, sir.”

, He asked, all trace of anger gone from his demeanor. Gathering all the information in my head, I divulged it to him, "Lanie's team found that one of the main materials in the bot's buildup was a special steel. A special steel that only one company in the whole United States of America produces and has its base right here in our city." "Michaelson's", he breathed. "Correct". "So I drove down to Michaelson's in Claude's car". "Where is he by the way?", I inquired, pausing my story halfway to ask.

"It's an error. A typo." "A very strange error," Maddison said, her voice still icy. She reached a finger and swept it across the surface of her tablet, and a third page appeared. "Because the figure you've used, one thousand, seven hundred and ten megapascals… that is not a random figure. It is, in fact, the same data for another material." She hesitated briefly, letting the words hang. "It's the data on a steel material we turned down and six months ago said was too low, too limited, and just not good enough for this type of project."

he concluded in a light voice. “Hello miss. My name’s Midas. Would you like to buy some accessories? These black diamonds came from a comet when dinosaurs still roamed the earth. When the mountain fairies saw the wickedness of men, they trapped the men’s sins inside the stone. The greater the sin, the darker the stone.” Where have I heard that before? Oh right, last night, during my engagement dinner. It’s verbatim. I don’t know who invented this ridiculous story but one thing’s for sure, Steffan and Dem are business partners now.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.