The man who had been the boat’s captain showed Sarah up a long stone walkway, which twisted around the side of the island. The complex was located almost at the top of the island. Sarah was surprised at how much time and money had been put into creating this whole setup. The walkway was lined with small shrubs and floor beds, all of which looked well maintained. Once inside the main building, Sarah saw many people walking about in white lab coats. The hidden camera inside her purse saw everything too, and Turner was watching carefully from a boat the CIA had disguised as a fishing vessel.
“You’re doing great Sarah,” Turner spoke into her ear. He had been coaching her on the way to the island and now she was inside the building. She had passed the point of no return. It was all or nothing, and Sarah banks would never settle for nothing.
The Cuban with the peculiar hat interrupted her thoughts. “In here,” he instructed, pointing at a door on the left.
Sarah entered the room first and was surprised to find it looked like a mock CIA interrogation room. “Good God,” she heard Turner say in her ear.
“Have a seat, sweet cheeks. Mr. Brucks will be with you in a few minutes.”
Sarah watched the man in the Hawaiian shirt as he left the room. She couldn’t say she wasn’t glade he was gone. He had given her the creeps, and the whole time his eyes never left her breasts. Sarah didn’t know that in fact his eyes left her tits once, but they only moved to her ass instead. As she sat waiting for Brucks to come, the thought crossed her mind that she wasn’t done with the Hawaiian shirt wearing man just yet. A strong feeling told her their paths would cross again.
“According to our files, Brucks is a hard ass and he’s going to be expecting you to fall over yourself to do things for him,” said Turner.
Seconds after Turner was done speaking the door swung open and Brucks entered the room, ducking his head under the doorway. ‘My god, he’s huge,’ Sarah thought to herself. She had managed to keep a pretty level head until now. Seeing the man towering above her made her a little nervous. “You have more balls than that Sarah,” spoke a voice inside her head. It wasn’t Turner at all, she realized it was the voice of Jack Anderson, almost taunting her. She raised to her feet and stepped to meet the man with her hand extended.
“You must be Sarah Bunks?” he said in a deep voice.
“Banks, actually,” Sarah corrected him. In her ear, Turner pleaded with her to go easy.
“My mistake,” Brucks replied, he didn’t looked worried about his error in the slightest. “So you want a job here?”
“I’d love a job here.”
He sat down and motioned for her to sit too. Once she took a seat, his attention drifted to a file folder he had carried into the room with him. “According to your application you are more than capable, but that’s not what I am concerned about,” he said pausing.
Sarah sat calmly waiting for him to go on. Turner was panicking through the two-way communicator in her ear. He even went so far as to say the mission was blown.
Brucks spoke again, this time with an evil grin, “I am concerned about your people skills.”
“My people skills?” Sarah repeated.
“Did I stutter? Miss Bunks?” Theo asked, “I believe you might have a problem with authority. I think you need to know whose boss.”
Suddenly, bells went off in Sarah’s head. It was painfully clear what Brucks was getting at, and Sarah knew what she had to do.
Sarah needs to convince Brucks that she doesn’t have a problem with authority.
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