as if he had withdrawn to an inner mental cell and only peered out curiously from behind the bars. The reactions of others meant nothing to him.
After much turning, and several level changes-Spence was oblivious to it all-he arrived at AdSec. As he stood contemplating the partition which separated him from the receptionist inside he came to himself.
'I can't go in there like this,' he muttered. He spun around, spied a convenience station, and took himself inside. He peered into the mirror as he leaned over the duralum basin and marveled at the sight he presented. Red-rimmed eyes burned out of a pallid, expressionless face; unwashed hair started from his head as if afright; deep lines drew a pliant mouth into a frowning scowl.
It was the very visual representation of how he felt: the outer man imitating the inner.
Spence shook his head in disbelief and filled the basin with cold water. He let the water run until it threatened to overflow and then plunged his hands in, scooped up a double handful and splashed it on his face.
The sting of the water cleared his senses somewhat and he felt better at once. He repeated the procedure several times and then made an attempt to flatten his hair. He dried his hands at a nearby blower and then stepped from the vestibule once more into the trafficway.
With some hesitation he pushed the access plate and the translucent partition slid open slightly. He stepped woodenly in and forced a grin at the tight-lipped receptionist who greeted him with the flash of a professional smile and the standard, 'Good afternoon. Whom do you wish to see, please?'
'I'm-I've come to see the director,' said Spence as he looked around for his office among the several which opened off of the central reception area. He saw it and started toward it.
'I'm sorry,' called the receptionist, 'do you have an appointment?'
'Yes,' Spence lied, and kept on going. He approached the door, pushed the access plate, and walked in.
He was not expecting anything in particular, but the room which opened before him startled him with its size and regal appointments. Compared to his own crabbed cube of a room, and all the other totally space-efficient quarters, chambers, and labs he had been in on the station, this one was palatial in its utter disregard for constraint.
He could not help gawking as he stared at the beautiful expanse of open space which met his eyes. The room was a huge octagonal chamber with a high curving dome above a broad area, part of which was given to a sort of loft which was reached by a spiraled rank of broad steps. The princely spaciousness of the quarters was further enhanced by a huge observation bubble which formed part of a convex wall over the loft. The effect to an observer like Spence was one of entering a great hall with a window opening onto the universe beyond.
His feet were sunk into several centimeters of thick, buff-colored carpet. Green plants of several types and miniature flowering trees splashed color against pale, slate-gray walls and tawny furnishings. Notably absent was any hint of aluminum or other metallic surfaces. It was an office such as one would find in one of the great bastions of corporate power back on Earth, but rarely on a space station. Rank, thought Spence, did indeed have its privileges.
'Yes?' said a voice close by. Spence jerked around quickly, immediately embarrassed.
'I'm sorry. I didn't see you when I came in.'
The bright, china blue eyes which met his sparkled. 'That's all right. I'm often overlooked.'
'No, I didn't mean…' He broke off. The young lady, several years his junior, was laughing at him. He colored at that, feeling ridiculous and completely out of place. He did not know what to say and for a few moments stared unabashedly at the girl sitting casually at a low desk just inside the entrance to the mammoth office.
She wore a jumpsuit like everyone else on GM, but hers was a light powder-blue-definitely not regulation. Her long blonde hair hung down in loose ringlets, swept back from her temples and secured somehow at the back of her head to fall in curls along her slender, well-formed neck.
'Was there something?' she asked. The smile this time was accompanied by just the barest hint of a flutter of her long, dark lashes.
'Oh, yes.' Spence brought himself forcibly back to his mission. 'I have come to see the director.'
'Why, may I ask?'
Spence started. How impertinent. 'I'd rather discuss that with the director himself, thank you,' he said stuffily, and hoped it had put her back in her proper place. The nerve.
'Certainly,' she smiled again. 'Only if I knew what it was about it might help you to get in to see him sooner, that's all.'
'I had hoped to be able to see him at once.'
'I'm afraid not.'
'But it's very important. I must see him today. I won't take but a few minutes of his time. Couldn't you just tell him it's private and urgent?'
'No.'
Again that impertinence. Spence, in his exhaustion, felt a hot current of anger rising to his head. He willed himself to remain calm. 'May I wait?' he asked, nodding to a chair set in among a grove of miniature palms.
'If you like,' said the girl coolly, and as Spence moved to take his seat she added, 'Only it will most likely be a rather long wait. He…'
'I don't mind,' interrupted Spence firmly. He plopped himself down in the soft fabric cushions of the chair with a demonstration of defiant resolve.
The young woman went back to her work without another glance at him. For a while he ignored her and busied himself with studying the dimensions of the director's official lair. Tiring of that he moved his attention by degrees to the woman at the desk opposite him. She had begun entering data into a terminal at the side of her desk. He marveled at her quickness and dexterity. That was obviously why she had been hired for the job of assistant to the director, observed Spence; it was not for her tact.
As he watched, he formed several other opinions about her. She was, he determined, of the giddy sort, given to suppressed giggles and flouncy sentiments. Undoubtedly frivolous. Very likely not a brain in her head. At the barest hint of anything intellectual she would probably flutter her eyelashes and simper, 'I'm afraid that's too deep for little of me.'
She was pretty, there was no denying that. But, Spence told himself, it was a superficial beauty which had no lasting quality. For someone unparticular, she would make a suitable mate. But for one like himself she would never do. Never in a billion chronemes.
It did not occur to Spence that he had just painted her with exactly the same unflattering strokes he painted nearly every other woman. That, for him, was easier than just admitting that he had no time for women, that romance would interfere with his research and career, that he was afraid of women because he did not trust himself to be faithful to both an intimate relationship with another human being and to his work.
He had a certain right to be afraid; he had seen too many gifted men burdened by cares for a wife and family succumb to second-rate research centers and teaching jobs. The young Dr. Reston intended to fly as high as he could, and no woman was going to hold him down.
The young lady squirmed under his unrelenting gaze. She tilted her head and peered back at him. Their eyes met and Spence looked quickly away. But soon he was staring at her again. She smiled and then laughed as she turned to confront him.
'Is this your way of getting a girl's attention?'
'Excuse me?' He was unprepared.
'Staring. Is there something you want?'
'Was I staring? I'm sorry. I didn't mean… Look, I only want to see the director. When will he be available?'
The girl glanced at her watch and said, 'Oh, next week some time. Maybe Thursday.'
'What?' Spence leaped from his seat and bounded over to the desk. 'I thought you said I could wait!'
'You may wait as long as you like, but he won't be back until next Thursday.'
'You said…' Spence sputtered. His hands clenched themselves in angry fists at his side.
'I said it would likely be a rather long wait. You interrupted me before I could finish.'
'Is this the way you treat everyone on important business?' She flashed him a defiant smirk. 'No, only those who waltz in demanding to see the director without an appointment.'
She had him; he was defeated and disgraced. It was true, he had behaved like an idiot. A wave of cool shame instantly quenched the anger just as the flames threatened to touch off his temper.
