“Sign me up.”

“I’d tell you to sign me up.” Cassandra looked her in the eye. “No matter what we would have to give up, I’m sure we could make it back in spades if women were finally put on an equal footing to men.”

“Three,” The woman leaned back in her chair. “Interesting.” She chuckled. “Very interesting. I thank you for your time, Ms. Malcom. You are free to go.”

“What, that’s it?” Cassandra frowned. “I don’t have time to waste with though experiments. I’m leavening.” Indignant, Cassandra stood up and walked over to the door, but as she turned the knob, an intense white light engulfed her. The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was the soft chuckle of the woman in red.