Never Wrong

Intro

Ten Years Ago.

Davis Taybot inwardly groaned as he walked into the dim lighted, modern meeting room. Like everyone else, he already knew how this meeting would go. They would discuss pros and cons of the pending ESP Program, they would discuss the research from experiments of the ESP Program, and then finally, they would be informed with updates of wars and national affairs, which would signal the end of the meeting.

Davis had always thought that the government should just start the program. They had the budget to do it. They could experiment with it, and if it showed to be promising, use it to their advantage. But no one would acknowledge his thoughts or opinions in the first place. He was just an assistant, and that's why he never spoke up.

Davis walked over to the far side of the meeting room and took a seat next to his boss, Oiland. Liam also looked annoyed and distracted. He was too busy studying the tip of his pen to notice Davis had walked up and was now sitting beside him.

Davis had always been fond of Liam. He was a good man, and he wasn't haughty like most who worked here. His kind and calm attitude made him easy to work for and he was very professional. Liam always wore navy blue suits and his blonde hair neatly slicked back.

Davis heard others sigh as they entered the room. This made him even more restless than before.

The ESP Program was a risky program to bring into wars and such. No one was sure and that was dangerous if this program was being considered as weapon in warfare. In the past, people had conducted experiments on the topic, and this resulted in varying opinions. But the government had to be sure. They can't waste their time on nonsense.

And this was what brought Davis to his conclusion. The government had the money- and he knew this for a fact- to conduct a major experiment. They could train people and observe them. And in the end, they would answer the question if ESP is real and, if it showed to be promising, they would benifit from the experiment. It was hitting two birds with one stone.

Soon Gyles Cleer, the one who had the idea of the program in the first place, walked on to the wide stage and took his place behind the podium. Davis could sense the agonizing restlessness in the room as Gyles set down his notebook that held notes for the meeting.

Gyles was a tall, slender, middle-aged man from New York. He drove expensive cars, he was high up in the industry, and he had a never ending supply of money. Davis wouldn't mind at all living a life like that.

Gyles threw his finger up dramatically at the wide expanse of wall behind him. It lit up, presenting the a well-organized power point and its well-known title: The ESP Program.

Someone sitting near Davis threw their head back in annoyance as Gyles began.

"The ESP Program. It could be the secret to success; our secret weapon." Gyles presented loudly, walking across the stage slowly.

"That's Gyles' problem," Liam muttered to Davis, "He is too sure of himself. That isn't good in this kind of business."

Davis shrugged, "I'm not really educated on this myself, sir, so I can't say much." Davis always tried to keep his answers short, and void of opinion. Though Liam was easy-going, he still didn't want to say the wrong thing- which was easy.

Liam scoffed, "Neither is Gyles."

Davis knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"From what I've heard, Gyles is just the talker. He isn't in charge at all. Whoever is behind it all wants to stay anonymous." Liam answered, taking a sip of water that was sitting on the small table infront of him.

"Why?" Davis asked, perplexed. He never really was told what was going on; usually he had to figure it out himself. Yet it was the CIA, so what did he expect?

Liam swallowed his water then shrugged, putting his cup of water back on the table. "I don't know. That's why I don't trust this program one bit."

That left Davis with an eerie feeling. Was there a chance that the real person in charge of the program was an enemy? Or was it just someone that didn't want any limelight? Davis didn't like it when he was unsure. It made him feel vulnerable.

After Gyles finished naming the pros and cons of the pending program, he did something unexpected. He asked for their ideas or opinions. Anyone's ideas or opinions.

Of course no one really cared about this except Davis. He had been itching to blurt out his reasonable opinion for a very long time.

But something stopped him from raising his hand at that very moment. He remembered what Liam had told him. It's probably just silly office gossip. This could actually benefit us, Davis thought reassuringly. Plus, he was tired of going to these meetings when the answer was right under their noses.

So Davis raised his hand.

Liam saw his raised hand and his eyes widend, "What are you doing?" He muttered nervously.

Gyles' dark eyes landed on Davis and he smiled, "Yes, you young man."

Davis cleared his throat and spoke, "Well I think we should conduct a major experiment on this topic. Train people or something. Then if it shows to be promising, we can use it to our advantage. You know, something along those lines."

Davis tried to make it as brief as possible, hoping not to blabber. At first he was scared that Gyles hadn't understood him. That he had been too brief.

But Davis also felt relieved when no one laughed, though it was uncomfortable to have all eyes on him. Then he suddenly felt a little free. This was the first time he had shared his insight on something, and it felt good.

Gyles stayed silent for a few seconds, studying twenty-one year old Davis. "Hm."

Then, as if Davis had never spoken, Gyles began talking about national affairs.

Davis' face got red. He felt completely stupid now. Why didn't you just keep your mouth shut? He thought angrily to himself.

For the rest of the meeting Davis just looked down at his brief case, not making eye contact with anyone. I'm doomed to be an assistant for the rest of my life, Davis thought, having his own little pity party.

Finally, the meeting was dismissed, and Davis made an effort to get out of the room as quickly as possible, but then his name was called.

"Davis Taybot, is it?" Davis recognized this voice as Gyles. Davis gulped, then turned around to face the intimidating man, "Yes sir?"

Gyles motioned for him to come closer. Davis timidly followed orders.

"Your idea was interesting. I have a few myself." Gyles said, putting his hands behind his back and looked around suspiciously, "Let's go to my office and discuss this, shall we?"

Davis didn't know how to answer to that. Was he finally being recognized? "Uh, yes sir."

My life is finally going to change for the better, Davis thought as he followed Gyles down to his office.