Unwanted Proof

By Stephen Measure

A miraculous invention. Proof, real proof, of gender identity. But then the invention is destroyed and the inventor's assistant murdered.

Who would kill to keep gender identity unprovable?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Measure
• Release date: Jul 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781940778471

Stephen Measure

Stephen Measure is an author of social and political satire, both humorous and dark.

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Unwanted Proof

Stephen Measure

Silver Layer Publications

Copyright © 2019 by Stephen Measure

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Sara and Sally looked up from behind the receptionist desk as the door opened, and a middle-aged man entered the front lobby backwards, dragging a metal cart through the door, followed by a much younger redheaded woman, who was pushing the cart from behind.

The redheaded woman let the door close, and the middle-aged man turned to Sally and Sara as if to speak but froze when he saw them. Identical twins, Sara and Sally had the same lightly-tanned skin and blonde hair, although Sara wore it short and Sally wore it long. One wore blue and the other green, and the two women were both smiling at him with the kind of innocent expression that makes a good man feel guilty when he’s attracted and a wise man remind himself to double-check IDs.

The redhead scowled and shoved the metal cart into the man’s side. Oof, he said. Watch where you’re going.

I was, the redhead said. Pale caucasian skin, cheeks covered in freckles, her red hair drawn back in a lazy ponytail, she wore an oversized button-up shirt and jeans and looked to be in her mid-twenties.

Welcome to Femina Laboratories, Sara said to the pair.

Unfortunately we’re closing, Sally said.

We close at six, Sara said.

And that’s in ten minutes, Sally said.

The redhead looked down at her watch and grunted in frustration. I told you we were late, Geoffrey, she said.

Geoffrey, the middle-aged man, waved her objections away. And I told you it would be fine, Veronica. Geoffrey wore a plain t-shirt which hung loosely over dark jeans. He strode to the front desk and rested his hands on top of it, I’d like to arrange third-party validation for an invention, he told the blonde receptionists.

Okay, Sally said, Unfortunately our Project Manager already left for the day.

She had to pick up her kids, Sara said. She always leaves early.

But if you come back tomorrow morning, you could talk to her, Sally said.

Tomorrow? Geoffrey said. You don’t want me to come back tomorrow. You’re going to want to see my invention right away. This is going to make Femina Laboratories famous!

Sally and Sara rose in unison from their chairs and leaned forward to get a better look at the bulky contraption that lay atop the