The other woman present was the leader of Level Two, Commandant Burke.She was an old friend of Natasha, a magnificent and productive employee who thankfully had no interest in rising any further in the organization.#472 was actually a nineteen-year-old girl named Samantha Jennings, kidnapped only 8 days ago from near her home in Springfield, Massachusetts.
The girls they kidnapped were assets, and these assets were expected to be converted into dollars, the faster the better.
Strict processing timetables were kept and they were expected to be met, there were no excuses.
She had been assigned a number, like every slave there. It was the very first step done to condition them into believing that they were now mere property, not an actual person.
This particular slave was a sore spot at Stonebrair and everyone there knew it. She was a stunning 20-year-old brunette from Italy.
She was approaching the age of 40, a time of reflection for many people her age, and now the stress of running such an organization was beginning to wear on her.
Natasha was a perfectionist and an absolute stickler for detail and she was smart enough to know that keeping such a pace would be impossible for too much longer.The night air was cool and refreshing as Mistress Natasha stared out from an open window, looking out over the courtyard of her compound.This should have been a happy and peaceful time for her; she was at the very top of her profession, a very wealthy and successful woman by any measure, and yet again she had a hard time getting herself to sleep.She managed to climb back into bed at get a few hours of sleep before her alarm went off at AM sharp.Natasha began the day the same way she did every day, at precisely AM, with full status reports from all of her key staff people.The few that did manage to depart were never heard from again.