Bobbi watched the entire procedure and not once did she move from where she stood. The human body was a beautiful thing and it amazed her how much it could take without giving out. From time to time, flashbacks blocked her vision, but she pushed them away and watched her men dehumanize the Colombian women. Once upon a time when she was in her natural state of mind, she yearned to be a plastic surgeon. The art of it all stimulated her senses and caused her to come alive. She once viewed the human body as a block of clay, and her hands the sculptor, but now, it was her moneymaker. Her passion for medicine died a long time ago when she was forced into a new world and turned her into a new person. “Another beautiful, big-busted woman now walks the earth. Where is my trophy for the fine work I have performed?” Harvey walked inside the observation room, his eyes fixated on Bobbi while removing his scrubs. “You’re not answering me so I assume that means I get no trophy. So how about a kiss?”
