Yes, your shirt comes off.

You're not sure if this is a test, an oblique pickup try, an attempt to demonstrate her dominance, or that Rick was right – she's just a bitch. Diego's deadpan expression gives no clue to her true desire, except that she isn't patient.

Only when you undo your first shirt button does the Caribbean witch speak. Holding up her phone in such a way as that she could easily be taking a video of you she begins to read your profile.

“Mark Danton. Age 26. Played High School football as a center and graduated in the 65th percentile. Spent two years at community college before enlisted in the army. Washed out of WOFT, which is Warrant Officer Flight Training Program, I believe.”

At first you want to explain the reason why you had to leave WOFT, but you quickly realize you would be wasting your breath on this woman. With half your shirt now open your boss continues to expose your past.

“Reassigned as a Cannon Crewmember, a MOS 13B, to a field artillery regiment, which meant your main purpose in life was to lift heavy objects for six years.” You pause at the quip, before working down the buttons covering your abdomen. “Now enrolled at Cambria College thinking you'll graduate with an aeronautical engineering degree through the GI Plan. Hobbies include crossfit, weight lifting and mixed martial arts.”

“More brawn than brains I see.” Diego comments as you undo your final button.

You glare back at your boss after that last shot. Unphased she meets your stare, her countenance changing not in the slightest, as she silently waits for you to finish, her phone still held high. Feeling like a piece of meat ready for inspection, you open your shirt, revealing your bare chiseled torso to Diego. It is true six years of lifting shells has given you an athletic muscular physique, which you are usually proud of, especially around the ladies, but today it is a bit galling that you have to show yourself on command, while being mocked, and that she will take it as confirmation of her last jab.

Without a word, and naked from the waist up, you walk up to the table and place your shirt in the box. Taking the black security t-shirt from her hand you step back and put it on.

“Stand still and try to look professional.” Your boss orders as she takes a few pictures of you.

Finally, lowering her phone she types in a few things and announces, “There, your picture is now posted.”

You say nothing in response.

Raising an eyebrow she puts her phone down. “Well Mr. Danton, now to your assignment.”