Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled
Chapter 41: Olga joins

Chapter 41: Olga joins

"Alright, Olga. Are you ready for your assessment?" asked Natasha, as she stood in front of Olga, who was dressed in her new skirt-suit and high heels.

"Yes, Nat-" began Olga, before Natasha cut her off.

"Don’t call me that. Out here, you are not my friend. You are my subordinate. Call me Ms. Parker or Ma’am," Natasha snapped, her voice cold and commanding.

"Ma’am understood ma’am!" said Olga, correcting herself and snapping to attention.

"Have you been holding out on me soldier? That attention snap smacks of military training, not FBI training," Natasha said, her eyes narrowing.

"Ma’am, no Ma’am. I was in Navy Officer School, but I couldn’t make it, so I joined the FBI instead," said Olga.

Natasha regarded her coldly, she had performed the required background checks, and Olga’s story checked out.

What she hadn’t expected was that Olga still had some of the military training ingrained in her.

"Alright, let’s see what you can do. Follow me," said Natasha, leading Olga to the training area.

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," muttered Olga to herself, as the training corridor lights cut out.

"I can’t believe that I’m shooting at stuff in a damn skirt-suit and high heels!" she growled, firing at the targets that popped up as the doors opened, and closed at random.

Her heels were low enough to move in without overbalancing, but the pencil-skirt felt a little too restrictive.

"I don’t know how Natasha does this," she thought, as she spun on her heels to hit a target that popped up at her 3 o’clock, her ankles crying for mercy.

After 10 grueling minutes, the lights came back on, and the targets stopped popping up.

"Not bad," said Natasha, as she walked over to Olga, who was panting and sweating.

"Thanks, Ma’am," said Olga, her voice steady despite her exhaustion.

"Take 15 and then meet me back in the temporary office," commanded Natasha, as she walked out of the training area.

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"Master Zakhrov, meet Olga Mendeleev. She has successfully passed the assessment," said Natasha, as she entered Aaron’s office with Olga in tow.

"Hello, Ms. Mendeleev. I assume Natasha has already brought you up to speed on your duties, so we’ll make this brief. Your basic pay is $400,000 a year with performance bonuses, and you get employee housing. Are those terms acceptable?" asked Aaron, his voice clipped.

"Yes, sir," said Olga, unsure of why a teenager was being addressed as "Master" by Natasha and everyone else.

"This is your employment contract and NDA. Read it carefully, and sign it if you agree to the terms," said Aaron, handing her a large tablet computer and stylus.

"Damn, so the rumors are true. You really have a legally binding dress code," said Olga, as she looked through the documents.

"Well, the uniform comes as part of the job, so don’t sweat it too much," replied Natasha.

"Sir, ma’am, I don’t have the training or experience to perform combat in ten centimeter stilettos," said Olga. She made to rise, but Natasha forced her back down with a firm leg on her shoulder.

"Take a long hard look at the gear Olga," said Natasha.

"That’s metal? I thought it was just some kind of plastic! And your skirt is that flexible?" asked Olga incredulously, surveying the angle of Natasha’s long leg, and the gleaming metal of the heel.

"How about you operate on the assumption that while I may have a thing for high heels, I’m not an imbecile," said Aaron.

"My apologies, Master Zakhrov, Ms. Parker," said Olga, contritely. She signed the employment contract, entered her biometrics and bank account information, and handed the tablet back to Aaron.

"Alright, welcome to Sirius Software, Olga. You are now officially part of the security team," said Aaron, shaking Olga’s hand.

"Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down," said Olga, her voice steady.

"Good. Now go get some rest. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Dismissed," said Natasha.

Olga stood up, saluted, and then walked out of the temporary office, her heels clicking on the floor.

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"I don’t know what kind of insane magic you guys have got here. There is no way that this thing should be so easy to move in." said Olga, as she and Natasha walked to the Temporary Office.

Olga had received her new security uniform, which was identical to Natasha’s, except for the shoulder pads which had a single silver stripe on them, indicating her lower rank.

"I know what you mean. It was pretty surreal when I first put it on. But you get used to it," chuckled Natasha.

"OK. What’s my first assignment?" asked Olga, as they entered the Temporary Office.

"For now, it will be to man the checkpoint at the mine entrance. Master Zakhrov has already had Harry set up the checkpoint and installed new spike strips there after we had the heavy water smuggling incident," said Natasha, as she sat down at her desk.

"Understood, ma’am." said Olga. She saluted sharply, and walked out of the office, her heels clicking on the floor.