Identified and Searched

"I'm sorry, we don't have a Misses Johnson on our list for entry. Might you be thinking...." The redhead secretary at the front desk asked once again, chewing bubblegum like a horse chews hay. Alexa's eyes drifted towards her chest, which nearly was popping the buttons of her already popped blouse.

"Miss Johnson. Miss Alexa Eve Johnson. I'm on there." Alexa said, frustrated as can be.

"Oh, I don't see you on here sweetie." The secretary said, giving the girl a pitiful smile.

"J, you're looking at an older list. Give me one second to help her ma'am." An older man at the front desk said, sliding in front of the woman's computer. "Right. Here you are. Alexi Johnson."

"Alexa Johnson." Alexa said, annoyed at the slight difference.

"What I meant to say." He said, knowing Alexa's tone. "Proceed through the detectors on your right please, security will have your badge."

Alexa nodded, and walked through the detector. A loud *BEEP* let her know something was amiss, and an older woman in a security outfit walked up to her, with a younger man dressed similarly approaching soon after.

"Misses Johnson, we were told to expect you. Since you'll have a Level A badge for today, we'll need to do a quick search of your person off the side. Nothing invasive, just standard operating procedures." The older woman said, smiling. Alexa nodded, and followed the two into a small room, which might charitably called an interrogation room.

"It's Ronnie's second day on the job, so bear with us for a bit. I'll be here to observe." The woman said, following it up with. "I'm Miss Sadie, just so we all know each other."

The wand Ronnie held gave a loud *BEEP*, and Alexa watched him run it again. It was around her waist. He asked her to unbuckle her pants, and shimmy them down a bit. Alexa shook a bit, and slowly pulled them down. It beeped again, this time around her thighs. She brought her slacks to her ankles, and the portly man approached her.

"I'm just going to have to do a quick, routine patdown miss." He patted her shoes, then feet, and slowly worked his way up her legs, reaching the cutesy diaper cover. Alexa hoped he thought it was simply just panties, but he knew better, and pulled open the front to inspect the diaper, then the 2nd part. "You wouldn't happen to have anything in your, ehm, undergarments, would you miss?"

"No...I..um...no.." Alexa stuttered out, her face red with horror. How did she always end up in these situations?

"No need to be nervous Miss Johnson. I'll just have to do a quick check of..." The portly man said, reaching to pull her diaper cover down, with it sliding effortlessly down to her ankles. The woman coughed a bit, and they both looked at her.

"Ronnie. You need to be more careful. She had a flashdrive in her pocket. Run the wand over her, I'm sure she's clean." The woman said, taking in a good look at Alexa. She was clean in the diaper, at least. The wand made no noise, but did *BEEP* over the flashdrive. Ronnie helped Alexa with her pants, smoothly out her diaper as she shimmed them back onto her body. "Sorry about that miss, training and all. Ronnie, give the girl the safety brief, paperwork and come to my office afterwards."

Alexa received a brief from the man about security expectations and the like, and took her badge, thankful for the situation to be over. After paperwork was finished, she noticed a rating form was left, to judge the security guard. He looked at her, eyes just a bit pleading.

"If, if...don't tell anyone about my diaper. You get a 10." Alexa said, and he nodded.

"Lips sealed. My two girls wear the same brand actu......" The man said, getting daggers from Alexa. "Right, lips sealed." She slid the paperwork to him and headed upstairs. Thankfully enough, she had been so early that the slight diversion barely stressed her regarding time.

The conference room was on the 51st floor. Alexa got herself set up and ready, stretching a bit. Eventually, after a few mock presentations, a gaggle of older looking folks came into the room. The one she recognized was the company CEO, and the rest looked like Board members. They shook her head, clearly ready to start. An intern gave her three fingers, then two, then one, and Alexa began.....