DNA and Me Part 2: Elongation

The Cheragucci estate on Friday nights is a far cry of what it is normally. The white empty stark landscape of the foyer is now painted in adrenaline, ecstasy, and over indulgence. All this money and time could be used for something constructive, but instead it’s being snorted, smoked, and fucked away.

“You looking for Greg honey?”

“I…”

I barely recognized the woman standing before me. There were no bags under her eyes any more or glasses over them. Those had been covered up by contacts and makeup. The once constrained blonde and brown hair flowed down to her shoulders in a waterfall of freedom.

“Y-yes.”

“He’s out back in the hot tub.” She smiled tossed back her hair and started to walk back. But before that she turned around and said.

“I’ll be at the bar.”

Okay. I didn’t know why I needed to know that. I came to see Mr. Cheracucci, and that is all I intend to do tonight. I have to push my way to get to the back of the building. I didn’t expect Gregory to throw a party tonight, but I guess I shouldn’t of put it past him. Separation of work and fun is one of the blurred lines Mr.Cheragucci crosses.

I assumed and hoped Mr.Cheragucci has swim trunks on, I was proven wrong. Naturally Cheragucci had an aviary of women gathered around him. Paid by him of course. Nobody in their right mind would drape themselves over the man who looked like a raw chicken boiling in a pot.

“Mr. Stefenson my boy!” Cheragucci raised his arms out of the hot tub in a Y shape.

“Ladies this is my favorite person, Mr. Stefonson!” Cheragucci pointed at me.

“Yeah but what’s his real name babe?” One of Cheragucci’s bimbos asked.

“You know what I don’t know. What is your first name Stefenson?”

“Uh, Steven…”

“Steven Stefenson? Really rolls off the tongue!”

“Thanks…”

“Steven! Take that suit of and jump in!”

“Could we have a word inside? Maybe alone? About your project?”

“If that’s what you want to do then lets go. You won’t be disappointed in my idea.”

I sit at home now. Pondering over Gregory’s idea. Is it a stroke of genius or just him having a stroke? His idea is to have a service where people send in their DNA samples and get an itemised list of their genetic makeup. It was a novel idea. With the leaps in DNA related technology, this process would only take a few weeks. It could be the next Furby or Pet Rock. Everybody and their uncle’s grandpa’s dog will be doing it. Gregory was so sure of the idea too. I’ve talked to many of my colleagues about Gregory’s past ventures and they say he wasn’t this excited about and project as he is about this one. I think about our conversation at that party and await our next meeting. Thinking of what I might say.

“So do you like the idea Steven?”

“I think it’s unique.”

“So you don’t.”

“I didn’t say that Mr. Cheragucci.”

“You did, not in your words but in your tone.”

He seemed disappointed, like if his kid got detention or if his dog peed on the carpet.

“I’m just still processing your idea.”

“So you don’t think it’s a bad idea?”

“No. I think it’s brilliant!”