Dr. Monique Beauchamp pursed her lips and nodded when Scott described what had happened in Engineering. "I see." She sat in a high-backed black leather swivel chair in her office, making notes on a tablet computer in her lap. "Chief Engineer Azimuth told you to kill yourself, and you did not comply."
"Correct." Scott sat across from her on a metal folding chair, feeling nervous--partly because he was worried about the outcome of the psych eval and partly because Dr. Beauchamp was so attractive.
Her face was long, with high cheekbones and aquiline features. Soft black hair flowed down over her shoulders, gleaming in the muted light of the office. Even the loose-fitting Diamondback uniform she wore couldn't hide the voluptuous curves of her body.
What kept Scott on edge the most, th
