“I do. Have you made progress?” she asked.
“I have. Considerably,” he boasted. “By tomorrow or maybe even late tonight, I should have this equation solved.”
“And then?” she asked, sitting down suggestively opposite him. Purdue was momentarily blinded by her youth and beauty. To him, there was none better than the petite Nina, with her savage gorgeousness and hell in her eyes. Yet, the nurse had that flawless complexion and lean body only a tender age could maintain, and from her body language tonight, she was out to use it.
Her excuse for her dress was a lie, of course, but she could not explain it with the truth. Lilith could hardly tell Purdue that she was randomly out to seduce him, without admitting to looking for a rich lover. Even less, she could not admit that she only wanted to influence him long enough to steal his masterpiece, to tally her own merit and make her way back into the scientific community.
At nine o’clock, Lillian announced that dinner was ready.
“As you requested, sir, dinner is served in the main dining room,” she declared without as much as a glance toward the sponging nurse.
“Thank you, Lily,” he replied, sounding a bit like the old Purdue. His selective reverting to his old, pleasant manner only when Lilith Hurst was about, sickened the housekeeper.
It was evident to Lilith that the object of her intentions did not possess the clarity of his people, as far as judging her objectives were concerned. His obliviousness to her intrusive presence was astonishing, even to her. Lilith successfully proved that genius and application of common sense were two distinctly different sorts of intelligence. However, that was the least of her worries now. Purdue was eating out of her hand, and working himself into the ground to accomplish what she was going to utilize to palm in her career.
While Purdue was being intoxicated by Lilith’s beauty, guile and sexual advances, he did not realize that another brand of intoxication was introduced to make sure that he complied. Under the ground floor of Wrichtishousis, the Einstein Equation was being completed in full, the dire outcome of a mastermind’s mistake, once again. Both Einstein and Purdue had been manipulated by women far below their range of intellect in this instance, leaving the impression that even the smartest men were reduced to imbecile proportions in their trust of the wrong women. At least, this was true in the light of dangerous documents collected by women they assumed harmless.
Lillian had been dismissed for the evening, leaving only Charles to clean up after Purdue and his guest finished dinner. The disciplined butler acted as if nothing was amiss, even while Purdue and the nurse engaged in a heavy bout of passion halfway up to the master bedroom. Charles took a deep breath. He ignored the consummation of a terrible alliance that he knew would smother his boss soon after, yet he dared not intervene.
It was a hefty predicament for the loyal butler, having worked for Purdue for so many years. Purdue would hear nothing in opposition to Lilith Hurst and the house staff had to watch as she slowly blinded him more and more every day. Now the relationship entered the next level, leaving Charles, Lillian, Jane and all the others in Purdue’s service scared for their future. Sam Cleave and Nina Gould never came round anymore. They were the light and life of Purdue’s more private social life and the billionaire’s people adored them.
While Charles’ mind was clouded with doubts and fears, while Purdue was being subjugated into servitude by means of pleasure, the Dire Serpent came alive downstairs in the server room. Quietly, it announced its completion for no one to see or hear.
In the dead of dark morning, the lights in the mansion had dimmed, those that were left on. All throughout the vast house, it was quiet, save for the howling wind outside the ancient walls. A faint cadence ensued on the main staircase. Lilith’s slender feet left no more but a sigh in the thick carpeting as she descended to the ground floor, fleeting. Her shadow moved swiftly along the high walls of the main hallway and down to the sub-level, where the servers were humming in perpetual action.
She did not switch on the light, but rather used her cell phone screen to illuminate her way to the desk where Purdue’s machine sat. Lilith felt like a child on Christmas morning, eager to see if her wish had been delivered yet, and she was not disappointed. From between her fingers, she slipped a flash drive into the USB port of the old computer, but soon learned that David Purdue was no fool.
An alarm started shrieking, and on the screen, the first line of the equation started to erase itself.
“Oh, Jesus, no!” she whimpered in the darkness. She had to think quickly. Lilith memorized the second line while she tapped on her phone camera, and took a screen shot of the first section before it could delete further. Then she hacked into a sub-server Purdue used as backup and retrieved the full equation before transmitting it to her own device. For all her technological prowess, Lilith did not know where to disable the alarm, and watched the equation slowly deleting itself.
“Sorry, David,” she sighed.
Knowing that he was not going to wake until well into the next morning, she simulated a short circuit in the wiring between Server Omega and Server Kappa. It started a small electrical fire, just enough to melt the wires and disable the machines involved before she extinguished the flame with the cushion from Purdue’s chair. Lilith realized that the security unit at the gate would soon receive the signal from the house interior alarm via their head office. In the far end of the ground floor, she could hear the security guards trying to rouse Charles, banging on the door.
Unfortunately, Charles slept at the other side of the house in his apartment near the small kitchen of the manor. He could not hear the server room’s alarm, set off by the sensor of the USB port. Lilith closed the door behind her and careened along the back corridor that led into the large pantry. Her heart pounded at the rush of hearing the security people of the first unit waking Charles and heading up to Purdue’s room. The second unit went straight to the source of the alarm.
“We found the cause!” she heard them holler as Charles and the others rushed down to the sub-level to join them.
“Perfect,” she panted. Misdirected by the electrical fire’s location, the shouting men could not see Lilith dart back up to Purdue’s bedroom. Once more in bed with the unconscious genius, Lilith logged into her phone transmission device and rapidly punched in the connection code. “Quickly,” she whispered in urgency, as the phone opened up the screen. “Quicker than that, for fuck’s sake.”
Charles voice was clear as he approached Purdue’s bedroom with a few men. Lilith bit her lip, waiting for the transmission of the Einstein Equation to finish loading at the Meerdaalwoud site.
“Sir!” Charles roared suddenly, hammering on the door. “Are you awake?”
Purdue was out cold and did not answer, causing a host of speculative suggestions in the corridor. Lilith could see the shadows of their feet under the door, but the upload was not yet completed. Again the butler hammered on the door. Lilith slipped the phone under the bedside table to continue its transmission, while she wrapped a satin sheet around her body.
Stammering toward the door, she cried, “Hang on, hang on, dammit!”
She opened the door, looking furious. “What in God’s name is your problem?” she hissed. “Keep it down! David is sleeping.”
“How can he sleep through this?” Charles asked sternly. With Purdue out cold, he owed the intrusive woman no respect. “What did you do to him?” he snapped at her, pushing her aside to ascertain the state of his employer.
“I beg your pardon?” she shrieked, deliberately neglecting a part of the sheet to distract the security men with a flash of nipple and hip. To her disappointment, they were too busy doing their job, and they kept her cornered until the butler gave them an answer.