White-Rabbit
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(ID: rVJE0SHT)
10/29/2025, 7:25:42 PM
No.6325294
Inside is a black, oval-shaped table surrounded by white leather desk chairs, with a holo-caster built into the middle of the ceiling, surrounded by a larger, circular florescent light that illuminates the room. The far wall is all window, overlooking the battery, and on the left and right, the walls are all LED screen, currently displaying the company logo, a crimson red hexagon with two diagonal lines inside that make it into an 'S'.
Seated at the near end of the table is Dr. Morgan Monroe, with a clipboard, packet of documents, tablet, and manila envelope all stacked in front of her. You aren't often surprised, a quality you take great pride in, but momentarily you're stunned at finally meeting the doctor face to face.
She's beautiful.
You knew that, of course, you've reviewed the personnel file a dozen times at least, but it's different finally being in a room with her. Just an inch shorter than you at 6', with a pale complexion and short platinum hair. She deserves the twinkle of confidence behind her grin. You stay collected though, and extend a hand to her as the door closes behind you. "Dr. Monroe, so good to finally meet." You say.
She rises to her feet to shake your hand. Hers are both synthetic, and her grip is correspondingly firm, but carefully so. "Yes, thank you, so glad to meet you too, Mr. Black. I'm really looking forward to my work here, this place is like nothing I've ever seen." She says, and returns to her seat.
You circle around and take the adjacent seat to her on the other side of the table, and Wyatt stays put by the door, hovering silently and observing. "Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your new position. The competition was stiff, but you came highly recommended. Mr. Murtagh took a personal interest after an initial brief on your bonafides." You begin. You snap your fingers and Wyatt syncs with the holo-caster. The lights in the room dim and a translucent file on Monroe is displayed by hologram above the table. Doctorate of Biomechanical Engineering, Doctorate of Genetic Engineering, advanced degrees in pharmacology, software integration, and cyber-psychology cycle through, as if to back you up. It's all the more impressive at her 36 years of age. She manages to conceal a well-earned smirk, and nods respectfully.
"That's flattering to know, thank you." She says at first, shifting in her seat. "It's no secret that Halberd Labs is the crown jewel here at Syron, I'd consider it an honor just to be in the facilities at all." She adds.
>Cont'd
Seated at the near end of the table is Dr. Morgan Monroe, with a clipboard, packet of documents, tablet, and manila envelope all stacked in front of her. You aren't often surprised, a quality you take great pride in, but momentarily you're stunned at finally meeting the doctor face to face.
She's beautiful.
You knew that, of course, you've reviewed the personnel file a dozen times at least, but it's different finally being in a room with her. Just an inch shorter than you at 6', with a pale complexion and short platinum hair. She deserves the twinkle of confidence behind her grin. You stay collected though, and extend a hand to her as the door closes behind you. "Dr. Monroe, so good to finally meet." You say.
She rises to her feet to shake your hand. Hers are both synthetic, and her grip is correspondingly firm, but carefully so. "Yes, thank you, so glad to meet you too, Mr. Black. I'm really looking forward to my work here, this place is like nothing I've ever seen." She says, and returns to her seat.
You circle around and take the adjacent seat to her on the other side of the table, and Wyatt stays put by the door, hovering silently and observing. "Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your new position. The competition was stiff, but you came highly recommended. Mr. Murtagh took a personal interest after an initial brief on your bonafides." You begin. You snap your fingers and Wyatt syncs with the holo-caster. The lights in the room dim and a translucent file on Monroe is displayed by hologram above the table. Doctorate of Biomechanical Engineering, Doctorate of Genetic Engineering, advanced degrees in pharmacology, software integration, and cyber-psychology cycle through, as if to back you up. It's all the more impressive at her 36 years of age. She manages to conceal a well-earned smirk, and nods respectfully.
"That's flattering to know, thank you." She says at first, shifting in her seat. "It's no secret that Halberd Labs is the crown jewel here at Syron, I'd consider it an honor just to be in the facilities at all." She adds.
>Cont'd