Candy Kane

When Candy’s husband, Shaun, asked her to keep an eye on Window it had not been his idea to break into the house to look for documents, but she wanted to impress him. She thought she would get away with it. She also had no idea that Golem was in the basement. She was nearly unable to escape. At first she froze with fear. She regretted killing the dog, but after realizing that she would be first mauled by the dog and then caught by Mr. Window, she had seen no alternative to using the phase-laser device on the dog. She had no idea that her aim would be so accurate or the results so deadly and instantaneous. The laser went through the dog’s skull and burned a hole in the linoleum kitchen floor. The dog had not let out even a simple snarl before collapsing without even bleeding. The laser cauterized the wound as it made it. She had been tempted to use the laser on Golem himself. She had never liked the man and it appeared he was involved in much more than running a shoddy internet company. Sweet Candy, dog killer, the thought caused her grief. She had been in such a hurry that she nearly dropped the laser on the kitchen floor, an action that would have given her away as an employee of Window, since the laser had been Mr. Window’s idea in the first place. Candy didn’t know why she loathed Mr. Window in the way that she did. She really only knew that the U.S. government suspected him of embezzling funds from The Iguana Bank. The rest of the story was at this time a mystery to everyone. It had to do with the look in the man’s eyes. There was something broken behind that gaze. There had to be. He looked at people as if he saw through them and not at them. There was something whacky behind those eyes. Everyone in the company said he was an eccentric genius who was prone to such actions as shaving his head in the middle of the day before letting his hair grow out over the next few months. He would even wax it. The truth was he could’ve used it for a flash light. The bright white dome was exceptionally smooth with no scull cracks visible. It made his squirrelly, melon shaped head even odder. When he shaved his head people had to get away from Golem L. Window. Upper management dreaded going to meetings lest they break out laughing at the strange alien-like creature-owner of Window Corporation. A lot of cubicles had little doodlings on scratch paper of a round head with cauliflower-sized ears on each side and an unsightly scar in the exact middle of the forehead. People would chuckle as they visited their colleagues’ cubicles. Whenever she passed Golem in the hall she would feel a sharp pain in her back at the point where her backbone began to curve to one side, demonstrating her mild case of scoliosis. The pain was sometimes unbearable and she’d fall to her knees. It made her feel more strongly that he must be some sort of alien creature with the power to cause pain. Even she, however, had to admit that attached to that robotic like man was a nice sexy ass. She couldn’t help but enjoy the view when she was on her knees in pain.