Sabrina Carpenter

You jerk yourself awake as the sweet blond nudges you. She stands there beside your chair in a lovely pink floral dress, her hair in tight golden locks over her shoulders. Man she's prettier in person than on tv you think to yourself.

"Mr. Igor," she starts.

"Joseph is fine dear," You interrupt, why the hell does everyone feel the need to call me Mr? You think

"Joseph," the blonde corrects herself, "I'm here to show you a tour of the facilities. And then I was told to give you a gift when we get back."

That almost sounded seductive is she flirting? Noooo that can't be right you think to yourself . "What kind of gift is it dear?" you ask, trying to settle what she was getting at.

"Can't tell," she says in a matter of fact kind of tone. "but we're twenty minutes behind schedule."

"OK I'm good. Let's go." you groan as you pull yourself out of the chair.

Both of you leave the room. She leads you down a maze of hallways, stopping at certain rooms to talk about there purpose or important rooms, like the Rec. Hall or conference rooms. The blonde was far to excited for being a tour guide. But the tour drags on for at least two hours and takes you to every building in the facility. It's more walking then you expected. When you get back to the office you plop yourself back down on the chair. The soreness in your feet was a bit much, I'm gonna have to get running shoes if I'm expected to go all over the facilities you think to yourself as you sit upright in your chair.

"So this gift, what is it?" you ask the blonde.