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Baton Rouge, LA Maria slid her dress over her head, and wiggled as she pulled it down and straightened it. Sitting on the bed she slid her feet into her new black, slingback pumps, and headed to the bathroom where she stood staring into the mirror, waves of black pin curls cascading to her shoulders, always meticulous, she methodically put on her makeup. As Maria leaned forward to apply mascara, she remembered her mothers favorite advice, ‘Maria, always look your best dear, you never know whom you’re going meet.’ Stepping back, she turned, side to side, dress swirling as she checked out her profile and applied a final touch of rose red lipstick, blending perfectly with her new floral spring dress. Not bothering to close the hotel door, …show more content…

About eight seconds. It also gave Jenn’s 325 BioTechnicians centralized access to the 150,000 TransCubes dotting the US. Jenn had to hurry, she was in Chicago, 670 miles east, visiting her parents. Being summoned back to headquarters two days early wasn’t part of her vacation itinerary. It was 7:30, she had thirty minutes, and with her Employee VIP pass, she had just enough time to get there. *** Lebanon, KS: Davison 3 Jenn hurried into the conference room at 7:59, a little un-caffeinated, and her blonde hair thrown into a trendy messy bun. Her face was makeup free, but presentable. All the other managers were seated with their corporate faces on. She slipped into her chair two seconds before the video call came through with the stoic faces of the Board of Directors filling the 150” display. Baton Rouge, LA: 10:45 am Of the city’s 200 TransCube stations, Maria’s phone app directed her to 49th & Laurel location. She looked stunning as she descended the steps, heels clicking rhythmically on the polished concrete. There was six people waiting in line, some held their allowable 12”x12” travel cube and some had it sitting beside them. Maria joined the line, and estimated the wait time; thirty seconds through the 3D security scanner, ten seconds of proton acceleration and an average of eight seconds of disappearing. About forty-eight seconds per person. Maybe five minutes total she thought as she watched the next person pick up their

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