Lab Rats

It was a cold November morning when I walked in to the plain white building, the only interesting thing about it was the marble singles. What laid within this building was either going to help me make it or break it in the world of science. This building was filled with stuff ordinary people never get to see and I might possibly work with this wonders.

As a walked through the revolving door, I was greeted by a severity guard and an old man in a lab coat.
The man looked at me, "Miss right this way for your interview. My name is Garrett Bline I work for TNS."

I followed Garrett through the winding halls that were whiter than a freshly laid egg. The guard stood behind me as though I would run away from here at a given chance. Garrett would occasionally turn around and smile at me, then continue through the white halls. I happened to glance at one of the signs next to a windowless door "Canine Trauma". Was it a place for studying those who have been attacked by canines or did they do something with canines?

I was disrupted from my thoughts by the guard shoving me with a grunt. We continued until we came to a set of doors. Through the set of doors sat a man in front of a shelf filled with trophies and awards.

"Ah, Miss Whechest. I have been expecting you to show up for a while now. How was your flight in, I heard that commercial flight is amazing? Come in and sit."
This man's name is Brookes Long, a very successful man in the world of science with millions of scientific discoveries in the world of drugs and biology. Certificates were spread around his office wall. I sat down in the lovely black leather lounge chair I had seen in a life magazine awhile back.
"You said you wanted work here to expand your understanding of how things work in the field of medicine and drugs, right Miss Whechest?"
" Why, yes sir I did. You know women aren't just staying at home anymore and during the war I worked for the government in making better weapons."
"I'm very glad to hear that. That is why my company will be giving you a job here."
"I'm very grateful for your generosity Mr.Long,"a gave him a weak smile. Mr.Long turn from me and hit a button on his phone. he then turn to me with a straight face.
"You will be working with some rats. You'll be told more when you reach the lab. Bline will take you there."
Bline and him shared a look. I reluctantly followed Bline through the halls. He didn't deserve the respect of being called Mr. he was an aging man of his fifties, a protruding hairline and a bloated belly. Just like the one my high school sweetheart had gain before he left me for that drugstore girl. The way he had looked at me told me he thought women were just there to please you and produce your children. I have decided to stay away from that "man" and find someone that is not a womanizer.