But first, something completely different.

Joslynn hurried to the secure corridor that were reserved for VIPs, not that there were any except the Director. This hallway was unique, there was a security checkpoint that acted as an airlock, meaning only one door could be opened at a time. Joslynn waited as the outer door closed and the inner door opened. This wasn't just a security measure, as there were no guards posted, it also hid the posh environment that the executives enjoyed apart from everyone else.

Inside the inner door, the click of Joslynn's heels changed from ringing to a dull click as she transitioned from the dull metal to polished marble. The air was noticeably warmer, the lights brighter; no one was worried about conserving power here. The walls were trimmed with handsome wood paneling, and displayed perfect copies of priceless works of art.

As the door to the Director's study opened, Joslynn was hit in the face with the acrid smell of cigarettes, the Director smoked them like a smokestack. 'She must have quite a stash down here to be able to smoke them like that,' Joslynn mused as she blinked away the stinging pain from the smoke.

"You called, Director?"

"Damn it girl, I called for you 13 minutes ago," the Director growled. All of her practiced smooth exterior disappeared when it was just her and Joslynn, as did her mysterious accent, replaced by a rough smoker's voice. One that was getting worse the longer they were down there.

"I'm sorry Director," she **** her face to stay smooth and her voice to stay calm, "Dr. Berns wanted to request some more supplies. I had to explain to her that we didn't have anymore and it was unlikely we'd be able to get more."

The Director growled, "That Dr. Berns was supposed to be some kind of prodigy, but she hasn't produced anything useful."

Joslynn had to fake a cough to cover her laughter. 'If only you knew.'

"You're not getting sick are you‽" The Director demanded.

"No," Joslynn faked, "just swallowed funny."

"Hhmmf," the Director turned back to her holoscreen. "I don't think that Dr. Young and Dr. Meng were the only ones infected," she said suddenly.

Joslynn furrowed her brow, "But who? I thought the infected were always out of control."

The Director glanced at her, "I'm not sure, but keep an extra close eye on everyone. Especially your friend Dr. Berns. She should have figured something out by now."

Joslynn nodded complacently.

"Now go get me another bottle of scotch," she dismissed Joslynn with a wave of her hand.

With the door safely shut behind her, Joslynn made her way to the pantry that held snacks and beverages from the VIPs to get the Director her scotch. 'I'm not going to keep groveling for forever. I'm going to make you suck my cock and beg me for more like a slut.' Joslynn was shocked by her own resolve, and the vivid picture that had formed in her mind of her roughly face fucking her boss, but she liked it.