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The office air suddenly felt colder despite the sunlit window behind her. Uhura kept her back straight, her shoulders squared, the image of compliance etched perfectly on her face. She had mastered this look—the one that said yes, ma’am on the outside, while screaming you have got to be kidding me on the inside.
“With all due respect, he has been employed here for three months only. I’ve been doing research on this case for a year now.”
And there it was. Her last, desperate attempt at logic. At fairness. But fairness, apparently, had long since left the building.
“Which is why you’ll be at his disposal at any time,” her boss replied, voice honey-slick and unyielding. “He will be on the field and you will continue conducting your study using the information he provides you with.”
So, I’ll be doing all the work while he reaps all the credit, Uhura thought darkly. Her jaw ached from the force with which she kept it shut.
She opened her mouth to protest, to say no, to remind them just how deep she’d dug into this case, how intimately she knew every twist and every fragile ecosystem. But her boss raised a single manicured hand—graceful, dismissive, lethal.
“I am certain you see no problem in this arrangement. After all, Uhura, teamwork is one of the integral values of Hive Inc. You would not want to endanger that with a careless remark, would you now?”
A perfectly wrapped threat in that sugary voice, tied with a bow made of ice.
“Of course not, Madame. I will be more than delighted to assist Kirk in his mission. I do believe your judgment.” The words burned her tongue, thick and false and dipped in poison.
She wasn’t sure whether to applaud herself for the Oscar-worthy performance or throw up from the sheer amount of bullshit she’d just swallowed. Because the truth was, if she dared speak out now—just one ounce of protest—she’d be reassigned. Pushed into some secondary project and made invisible.
Again.
She was not going to allow that to happen — not after all the countless, sleepless nights spent poring over books and research papers.
And now she had to hand it all over to Kirk. To let him relay her findings as if they were his own.
“Good. Glad we are on the same page.” Her boss’s smile was all teeth—polished, blinding, utterly fake.
“As always,” Uhura replied, voice as smooth as silk, smile as thin as a knife’s edge.
Let them play their game. Let Kirk take the field. But the thing about games was—they eventually ended. And when they did, people remembered who’d actually played the long haul.
She would be ready.
X
Uhura didn’t storm out of the office. She didn’t flip the desk or toss the file in her boss’s face, though the temptation danced behind her eyes. No—she walked out with calculated grace, heels clicking against the polished floor like a war drum.
Back at her desk, she sat in silence for a long moment, staring at her monitor as though it could offer her a better answer than the one she’d just been handed. The screen blinked. The research stared back at her, all neatly categorized, cross-referenced, flawless. It was hers. And now it was his.
She could feel the frustration building in her chest, a heat she couldn’t shake. She had never believed in shortcuts, never believed in cutting corners to get ahead, but James Kirk — he embodied the opposite. Charismatic, charming, often spending more time at the bar than in the office, he seemed to get by on sheer confidence and the ability to talk his way out of anything.
Her father’s words echoed in her mind, but they felt distant now. "Hard work will be rewarded."
She had to wonder: was it really true? Or was it just something people told themselves to keep pushing forward, knowing full well that the world wasn’t always fair?
She took a deep breath and reminded herself of one thing she always knew—her principles had never been about instant reward. But this... this felt like a slap in the face. She could already hear the whispers, see the smirks. Kirk was the golden boy, the one everyone loved. And here she was, the one who did the work, who always followed the rules, left to wonder why hard work was no longer enough.
Would this case, her moment, always be handed to someone who didn’t deserve it? Would she always be the one in the shadows, fighting for the recognition she was owed? She didn’t have an answer yet, but one thing was clear—she couldn’t let this defeat her.
Uhura clenched her jaw, fighting to keep her composure as Kirk entered her office without knocking. Even though the door was slightly open, common manners dictated for the person to knock. She wasn’t surprised to find out he had none.
He approached her desk, his smirk stretched wider, that ever-present arrogance radiating off him like an electric current. Her fingers twitched, a split-second away from tossing the entire file at his head. The irony of it all—her, the one who had worked every late hour, fought every battle, stayed awake until dawn reviewing case after case, only to have him stroll in and swipe her success with that infuriating smile of his.
"You really think you can just waltz in here and take what's mine?" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, though she couldn't bring herself to regret it. This was too much.
Kirk raised an eyebrow, as if her anger amused him. “Waltz in? I thought you of all people would know this is how it works around here, Uhura. The case goes to the one who’s best equipped to handle it.” His baby blue eyes sparkled with that cocky glint that always seemed to make him the center of attention, even when he didn’t deserve to be.
She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose control, but he was pushing every button. The unfairness, the lack of respect for the work she’d poured into this—he made it feel like none of it mattered.
“Best equipped?” She bit the words out and narrowing her eyes. “You mean the one who’s spent the least time on it, the one who talks their way into everything, the one who doesn't even care enough to put in the work? You call that ‘best equipped’?”
Kirk let out a soft laugh, his confidence unwavering. “You’ve always been so serious, Uhura. I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’ve been handling this type of thing for years. Sometimes, it’s not about how hard you work—it’s about who you know and how you play the game.” His tone was condescending, like he was schooling her on something she was too naive to understand.
Uhura’s eyes flashed with fury. How he played the game. That was exactly it, wasn’t it? He had mastered the art of playing the system, of charming everyone around him into thinking he deserved more than he did, without ever lifting a finger to truly understand the work.
“Well, Kirk, maybe you’ve been playing the game wrong all along.” She stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. “Because in the end, the work will catch up to you. And when it does, you won’t have anything to stand on but your own arrogance.”
His smirk faltered for the briefest moment. He turned, his back to her as he walked toward the door. “We’ll see about that,” he said casually, throwing the remark over his shoulder. “We’ll see who gets to stand in the spotlight.”
However, Uhura’s resolve hardened as the door clicked shut behind him. She wasn’t going to let him take this from her—not this time. If she had to fight, she would fight. Her work, her reputation, her integrity—she wouldn’t let it all slip away just because someone else had mastered the art of manipulation.
It was time to show him who was really the best equipped for the job.
She knew how Kirk operated—flair, charm, and last-minute improvisation. A showman. A gambler. And in the field? That kind of recklessness could cost him. She also knew how to play her own cards, the ones no one expected her to use. Because if she was going to be forced into the shadow role, then she’d make damn sure she was the one pulling the strings behind the curtain.
The first thing she did was lock down the core files—encrypted, accessible only through her clearance. Then she began rewriting the protocols: she’d funnel the data, yes, but on her terms. Piece by piece. She'd guide Kirk just enough to keep him from blowing himself up, but not enough for him to coast. She'd leave breadcrumbs, but let him work for it.
And when the mission got messy—and it would—he’d have no choice but to rely on her completely.
Let the higher-ups see just how far Kirk got without her. Let them watch as she saved the mission from unraveling in real time.
It wasn’t sabotage. It was strategy.
Let them think she was the assistant. The “team player.”
She’d make herself indispensable. And when the dust settled, there’d be no question who the real expert was.
X
As Uhura suspected, working with Kirk would be hell. She could tell when he sauntered in the lab for their first collaboration.
Kirk was far too comfortable at her work station, not paying any attention to the test tubes organized in alphabetical order by their labels as he leaned on the table with his elbows, almost knocking them over.
Uhura’s left eye twitched.
“I’m here to assist with the fieldwork. Glad to know you’re the brains behind all of this. I’m more of a hands-on guy myself.” He flashed her a grin, completely ignoring the tension in the air.
Uhura only offered him a calculating glance as she narrowed her eyes in response to his flippant attitude. “I don’t need assistance in fieldwork, Kirk. I need precise, accurate data. Which, I’m certain, you’ll be more than happy to give me — if you can manage to stay focused.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m all about precision,” he replied nonchalantly as he did in fact manage to push over one of the test tubes.
She gasped and caught it the last moment, before glaring at him. “Yes, I can see how precise you are.”
He just shrugged his shoulders, unbothered.
She wished nothing more than to punch him in that smug face.
X
The next time they had a joint meeting to go over the sample he collected from outerskirts of Farax Ridge, it didn’t go any better. In fact, the friction between them was even more palpable.
Kirk wanted to take the quickest route, while she was agonizing over the details. She was getting increasingly frustrated by his disregard for her careful planning.
“You really think we should skip that analysis?” Uhura asked, incredulous, as Kirk proposed a shortcut.
“Look, I get it—you want everything to be perfect, but sometimes you just need to act on instinct,” he replied, clearly unfazed. “Besides, I’ll be able to figure it out in the field the same as I did when I was waist-deep in mud until I caught the lizard which absorbed the plant and brought him here. You wouldn’t even have a sample of his blood, if not for me. The data’s just a guideline anyway.”
Uhura gritted her teeth. It was all about him again, as if he was the only one doing the research and providing the essentials, just because he was out in the field.
“Instinct doesn’t work when you’re trying to make scientific breakthroughs, Kirk,” she retorted. She would not allow him to belittle her contribution. She crossed her arms. “What are we doing, playing fast and loose with the mission? If you don’t follow procedure, you risk missing something important.”
Kirk chuckled. “Well, sometimes breaking a few rules is how you get ahead.”
“Not at the cost of accuracy,” Uhura snapped back, annoyed with his carefree attitude. “You can’t just wing your way through this, Kirk. This isn’t some bar bet.”
Kirk shrugged, the sparkle in his eyes showing that he didn’t care to follow her rules, not fully understanding her rigid dedication to precision.
She had just about had it.
This wasn’t just a hobby to her, it was her career and his lack of interest about doing this properly was maddening.
“Listen, you arro—“ The knock echoed through the room, startling her. Uhura froze, her mouth still half-open as the door swung open to reveal one of her boss’ assistants.
“Hello. Apologies for the interruption, but Madame Marcus requested for Kirk’s immediate presence in her office.” The pretty, young brunette announced.
Uhura was thankful for the interruption because she had been on the verge of losing it and was certain she would have even spouted a few unprofessional phrases. She couldn’t risk Kirk reporting her.
“Thank you, Jennifer.” Kirk gave the assistant a blinding smile which made the brunette blush while Uhura wanted to gag.
“Just a moment, though. I think Miss Uhura was about to say something really important to me.” He raised an eyebrow, his voice taunting.
The bastard.
She managed to force a sweet smile, barely concealing the tension in her jaw. “Oh, don’t worry Kirk. There will be plenty more chances for me to relay the same thought I just had.”
His grin was broad, the glint in his eyes challenging. “Can’t wait.”
She clenched her fist as she watched them leave, Kirk as always turning up his charms on the brunette who giggled and had no idea what kind of an asshole he was beneath it all.
X
The clash had been inevitable, sooner or later.
After two weeks of strained cooperation which was mostly constant bickering with Kirk getting cockier each time and disregarding her methods completely while Uhura’s temper flared each time and she had a harder time keeping it in check as the days passed, he did something which finally pushed her over the edge.
She was presenting their current progress to her boss and upper management of Hive Inc. and categorically going over their findings and the detailed plans for future research when he yawned. Loudly.
Uhura’s voice faltered for a second and she hoped no one would notice.
Then, as if the yawn hadn’t been enough, he had the audacity to question her approach in front of everyone!
“We don’t have time to follow every single procedure to the letter,” Kirk argued, his tone challenging. “We need to move quickly. People like me get things done, Uhura. You need to learn how to take the fast track.”
“People like you get people killed,” she snapped in a barely controlled voice, her eyes hard. “We don’t take shortcuts, Kirk. I’m not interested in cutting corners to get results.”
Heat rose in her cheeks as she glanced at the other people in the room, all of them silently watching their rift. Judging.
She couldn’t believe he would do this in front of everyone. It was deliberate, there was no doubt about it. It was a reminder that no matter how hard she worked, someone like him who was careless and smug could try and reduce her to a punchline.
The worst part was that Kirk wouldn’t back down. He was still seated, but now leaned over the desk, his gaze intense as he countered, “You think your way will guarantee success? You’re being naive. Sometimes you have to throw the rulebook out the window and trust your gut.”
She gripped the pointer, her knuckles going white as the fury simmered in the pit of her stomach. She would have loved nothing more than to stab him with it in one of his bright blue eyes shining with arrogant triumph.
“I think we have heard enough for today.” Her boss said in a tone which left no room for argument.
Uhura wanted to object, but the conference room started emptying out.
The last one to leave was her boss as she paused by Kirk, brushing her hand lightly over his shoulder as she passed. “Always such a refreshing perspective, James.” she said, smiling.
Flirtatious. Clear as day.
She didn’t even spare Uhura another glance.
The door clicked shut behind them.
For a beat the only sound was just the dull hum of the overhead lights.
“Do you have no sense of shame?”
Her voice was quiet but cutting, words laced with the kind of fury that had been building all damn day. She turned to face him fully now, arms folded, posture taut like a wire about to snap.
He looked at her steadily, corners of his lips curling into a smirk. “I do, but I do not consider this as something shameful. After all, I just expressed my views which you were already aware of.”
“Just expressed your views?” She repeated, a bitter laugh escaping her. “You publicly humiliated me in front of my bosses. You derailed the work I’ve been killing myself over for weeks. And for what? A joke?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just watched her, amused. Calm. Like she was a storm he’d seen coming and still didn’t bother to take cover from
Uhura took a sharp breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to keep her voice steady. Every inch of her wanted to lash out, but she had too much pride to give him that satisfaction. She couldn’t let him win. Not here. Not now.
“I don't find your antics amusing, Kirk,” she said, her voice cold as ice. “You think you can just throw everything I’ve built to the side because you don’t have the patience for actual work?”
He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest like he was in no rush to respond, his eyes glinting with a quiet confidence that only made her angrier.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve put in the work,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “It’s not about the work, Uhura. It’s about the result. If you don’t understand that, you’re already behind.” He paused, his smirk widening just a fraction. “It’s too bad. I thought you had more... potential.”
“Maybe I do not want to flirt and fuck my superiors to advance. Perhaps, unlike you, I have actual morals and integrity.” She didn’t care how “unprofessional” she’d just been. The words had come out before she could stop them, fueled by months of injustice, sleepless nights, and the exhausting knowledge that merit never seemed to matter as much as image. If it had, she would be on that case. If it had, he wouldn’t be strutting around like he earned a damn thing.
Kirk grinned broadly at her, his voice laced with faux surprise and that unbearable, smug amusement.
“Why, Uhura, what a foul mouth you have. I knew you had it in you.” Kirk waggled his eyebrows at her which she wanted to set on fire.
“You are disgusting.” She stated unimpressed and turned away, sick and tired of interacting with him. The guy who had it all served on a silver plate with a few flirty remarks and his boyish looks.
“I think you mean irresistibly charming!” He yelled after her and she wanted to hurl a vase at him. She admired her self-control as she marched away, not sparing him another glance.
Her pulse pounded in her ears as she thought about the gall, the ease with which he brushed her off, as though her rage was just another thing to flirt with. As though her integrity was a punchline to his charming, golden-boy routine.
She wasn’t going to let this sidetrack her.
Let her boss and Kirk play their little game.
When the mission starts falling apart, when the smooth-talking stopped working, and charm ran out of answers—
They’d come crawling to the woman they tried to leave in the shadows.
And she’d be ready.
With receipts, with solutions, with a steel spine and no patience left for their pretty lies.
X
For the next few days Uhura kept it strictly professional. No eye contact unless absolutely necessary. Every meeting was laced with silence that spoke volumes, and every interaction was a passive-aggressive minefield.
Kirk, on the other hand, continued behaving with that same smugness, but he was also observing her.
It all came to head once again when she discovered that he had done something that wasn’t just unprofessional, but dangerously reckless. She had been going over the field data one night when she found something—something Kirk had done on his own.
“You didn’t even tell me about this?” Uhura confronted him the next morning in his office, her voice low and seething.
“Didn’t seem important at the time,” Kirk responded, almost nonchalant. “You were too busy with your perfect little plan.”
“It is important!” she hissed. “You’re acting like we can just breeze through this. You’re treating it like it’s some kind of game, Kirk.”
“Isn’t it?” he shot back, that maddening grin still playing at the corner of his mouth. “Everything’s a game if you know how to play it.”
Uhura threw her hands up in frustration. “This isn’t a game! You’re sabotaging us!”
His smirk faltered for a moment, before the laid-back façade was back on his face.
“You are being ridiculous and exaggerating, as usual.”
She was seething and wanted to say something else, but then he said he was busy and asked her to leave.
That in itself was strange, because this was the first time he backed down.
Reluctantly, she did as he requested but the sense of unease lingered in her chest. His reaction when she accused him of sabotage seemed a little too forced.
She couldn’t explain it, but the pieces started falling together —the unexplainable gaps in his reports and the strange way he would get too much information too easily, what if there was something more to it?
She was breathing fast as she rushed to the research lab, her mind burning as she started connecting the dots.
She had always trusted her instincts, and her gut had been telling her for a while that something wasn’t quite right. She pulled out all of the field reports which Kirk had submitted so far and began going over the discrepancies noted in them. Something was off with his reports—they were too vague, missing key details, and some of the data seemed... off. At first, she thought he was just being careless, but the more she looked at it, the more she realized it didn’t add up.
It was all starting to make sense now — the inconsistencies in his reports and the strange way he always seemed to get intel at just the right moment, the fact that he had been assigned to such a high-profile project with practically no background or experience—it all seemed too convenient.
She went to the archive room to look at the internal communication logs, hoping she would stumble upon something. After carefully checking each one, she came across a set of encrypted messages from an unknown source that had been routed through the department’s secure server. That was odd. When she checked the sender’s IP address she discovered matched one of the shadowy figures she’d heard about in whispers—an external source with connections to rival agencies.
Her pulse quickened.
She cross-referenced the name tied to the encrypted messages with their internal security database and found that it was linked to a covert operation she had read about in passing—an operation that Kirk’s name had never been tied to before, at least not officially. In fact, his history was mostly scrubbed, a glaring hole in the corporate file that made her suspicious from the start. She never thought it would lead her here—to this.
The deeper she dug, the more the pieces fell into place. He had been manipulating things from the start—feeding Hive Inc. just enough information to keep them on track with the mission while also manipulating her own research. He knew exactly when to show up, what to say, and when to disappear. Everything was part of the plan. Kirk had been planted in Hive Inc. under the guise of a field agent, someone who could blend in and gather intel from the inside. His charm, his calculated ease with everyone around him—it had all been part of the act.
The creak of the door jolted her out of her thoughts and to her horror it was Kirk leaning against the door, his arms crossed, expression hidden in the shadows. She realized she had probably been there for hours, as there were no sounds coming from the outside and the other employees must have gone home which would mean they were alone.
Uhura swallowed nervously and got up from the floor, holding the encrypted communication. Kirk’s gaze flicked to it and then to her.
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” He noted, his voice a taunt, but there was something deeper behind it. Dangerous.
"All this time you were a spy?" Uhura half-whispered, her voice a mixture of disbelief and anger.
She had expected denial. Deflection. Maybe even a laugh. But Kirk’s response had been so casual, so annoyingly smug, like it wasn’t even a big deal although there was no mistaking the coldness in his eyes when he admitted it.
“Please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Your company did it first. For somebody who kept promoting her values and ethics, you sure didn’t mind using a stolen source. Mine.” He growled the last word.
Uhura stood frozen, her spine stiff with shock and humiliation as Kirk’s words sliced through her like paper cuts—small, sharp, and far too many to count. She’d always prided herself on being clean, on being better than the backdoor-dealing crowd that polluted the industry. And yet, here she was, choking on the bitter irony of having benefited from the very same underhanded tactics she despised.
He was right, of course. She had ignored the nagging suspicion when she’d first received the stolen paper from Chairman Marcus, had buried her doubts in the pursuit of her research. That had been her shortcut—her way to push her career forward. But none of that was as calculated, as covert, as what Kirk had done.
That paper—the one that had cracked the case wide open for her, that had lit the path when she was fumbling in the dark. She remembered the rush of excitement when she first read it, how the puzzle pieces had clicked into place. She remembered the nagging feeling, too. The one she’d shoved deep down.
Don’t worry your pretty little head over it. Marcus’s words echoed now like a slap.
And she had worried, just not enough. Not enough to walk away from it.
“I wasn’t aware it was yours or that my company had stolen it,” she admitted, her voice low, hollow.
“But you presumed it wasn’t obtained legally,” Kirk shot back, sharp as a blade. “And you looked the other way. So don’t act like you’re on some moral high ground. You’re not. Maybe you never were.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again, heart thudding, the shame rising fast and bitter in her throat. But nothing came out. Nothing she could say that wouldn’t prove him right.
“Just as I thought.” His voice was calm, but his eyes were anything but. “You’re not special, Uhura. Just another cog in the machine, dressing it up with high ideals.”
He turned, already halfway out the door when she called after him, grasping at what little footing she had left. “Wait! You can’t just—”
“Of course I can,” he cut in smoothly, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. “You didn’t publish. We shared ideas. No NDA. No contract. You want to challenge me legally? Good luck with that.”
She scrambled mentally for something, anything, to hold him accountable. “There must have been a confidentiality clause!”
He shrugged, hands casually sliding into his pockets. “Must have. And it must’ve mysteriously ended up in the shredder. Accidents happen, you know? Very convenient ones.”
And then, the final blow: “Without consequences. Legal ones, anyway. Karma’s a whole other thing.”
He walked out then, leaving the door slightly ajar, and her standing in the wreckage of her own illusions.
Uhura stared at the space he’d just vacated, her pulse roaring in her ears.
He was right. She had compromised. She had let her ambition silence her conscience. And now, she was paying the price. But even as the revelation stung, she couldn’t deny the faint admiration for how cleverly he’d played the game. It was exactly what she would have done—if she were willing to compromise her integrity.
However, Kirk had underestimated her—again.
Because if she had to rebuild her credibility brick by brick, with scorched fingers and no shortcuts, she would. But she’d also dig. Deep into Hive Inc, into the missing contracts, into him. Because he’d just declared war—and she was done playing nice.