Nevada Desert Facility – The Office – More of Day Forty-One
One hour... two? The office door finally opens. Roberto shifts his feet, attempting to turn and peer at the intruder.
“Face the desk and remain silent.”
The voice is smooth, melodic yet authoritative. Roberto pauses, then his feet obediently tap the pedestal to twist away. His curiosity is soon satiated as the woman comes into view, smiles confidently then sits at the desk. Nose held high, Roberto strains to gaze downward. The ‘boss’ is surprisingly young, mid thirties, fashionably dressed, business attire, blonde, blue eyes, diamond earrings, matching diamond bracelet. Her styled hair is simple, parted in the middle, combed straight down, cut at the jaw line, yet well coiffed. An athletic form, one can imagine a youthful passi
