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Qubit's Incubator
Qubit's Incubator
Qubit’s Incubator
by
Charley Brindley
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www.charleybrindley.com
Edited by
Karen Boston
Website https://bit.ly/2rJDq3f
Cover art by
Charley Brindley
© 2020
All rights reserved
© 2020 Charley Brindley, all rights reserved
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition April 2020
This book is dedicated to
the memory of
James Seth Brindley
Some of Charley Brindley’s books
have been translated into:
Italian
Spanish
Portuguese
French
Dutch
Chinese
and
Russian
Other books by Charley Brindley
1. Oxana’s Pit
2. The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry
3. Raji Book One: Octavia Pompeii
4. Raji Book Two: The Academy
5. Raji Book Three: Dire Kawa
6. Raji Book Four: The House of the West Wind
7. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl
8. Cian
9. Ariion XXIII
10. The Last Seat on the Hindenburg
11. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book One
12. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book One
13. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book One: Exploration
14. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Two: Invasion
15. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Three
16. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Four
17. Sea of Sorrows, Book Two of The Rod of God
18. Do Not Resuscitate
19. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl, Book Two
20. The Rod of God, Book One
21. Henry IX
Coming Soon
22. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book Three
23. The Journey to Valdacia
24. Still Waters Run Deep
25. Ms Machiavelli
26. Ariion XXIX
27. The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry Book 2
28. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl, Book Three
See the end of this book for details about the others
Chapter One
West Chelsea, New York City
Tuesday morning, 10 a.m.
“Thank you for the opportunity.”
Catalina took the offered straight-back oak chair. She watched the man behind the desk as he read her CV.
Thirtyish, confident, well-dressed. I wonder if he’s the owner or manager?
She adjusted her short blue skirt, then rested her tightly clasped hands on the iPad in her lap.
Victor Templeton was clean-shaven, with a little gray sprinkled throughout his sun-bitten hair. His face looked weathered, tired. He watched Catalina for a moment, but her steady gaze didn’t waver. He wrote the number “7” on his notepad.
“Whatcha got…” he glanced at her CV, “Miss Catalina Saylor?”
Catalina’s hand shot to the right side of her thigh, where she patted her skirt.