You hear a woman’s voice tell you to enter

“Come in,” you hear a woman’s voice say in answer to your knock.

You push in the door and head into the dimly lit office. One wall is covered in TV monitors and your heart jumps as you realize you are fucked, or at least you have been caught fucking. The woman sits behind a desk that is spotlessly clean except for one file. She is about 35 years old or so you estimate and kind of pretty, at least she would be if she had some makeup on, and maybe had her hair done in some fashion other then a tight bun. She is wearing a somewhat baggy blue long sleeve uniform shirt with the name tag Knowles, and she has a sergeant stripe on her sleeve.

The security woman speaks first, “Sit down John, you to miss…?”

“Umm my name is Becky,” she answers the sergeant’s unasked question.

Knowles answered her, “Yes that is fine. I am glad he brought you along this will make it easier. I am sure you both know why you are here?”

You put your hand on Becky’s knee to silence her and decide to play dumb. “Well know I have no idea. I was just doing my job, delivering the mail out to everyone. What is the problem?”