I fell asleep…when did I fall asleep? she thought. She yawned, stretched as much as she could without disturbing the people around her and gazed out the window of the 747, happy the airline had been able to accommodate her with the innermost seat, her favorite. It was dusk...
Contemplating the décor of the lobby, she noted that if its purpose was to intimidate people, it was doing a pretty good job. The sleek, monochromatic lines of the room (not to mention the impeccably groomed and textbook-attractive receptionist) seemed to be asking, “Erica Moore, are you sure you...