Dr Director had never thought that a man was what was necessary for her life to be complete...that idea, which was inserted into the society she lived in, was one she totally opposed. She was successful at her job – even if she got yelled at pretty frequently – had money to spare (though she wasn't rich) and, while she didn't go out very frequently, when she did, she always had a good time, as long as drinks weren't involved in the process.
Then she had given her civilian number to a random man she had met while out. The man had seemed charming and particularly clever, from what little talk they had had, but maybe she had precipitated herself. She couldn't deny that she had hurried up in giving him her number, they had only exchanged a couple of sentences.
That was what she was pondering of as she kept on looking at the paperwork she had all around her. It had only been 12 hours, but she was already behind again on paperwork, which had stacked on, being printed and delivered to her office from the mailing room (an archaic term for what was basically a room with several hi-tech laser and 3d printers), she wrote down numbers and made several mental calculations, which she then confirmed with a Texas Ti-calculator. Her job involved a lot of numbers, and she was good at math, having obtained outstanding grades back in the day, so she did it as a challenge to herself, even if it boggled down her speed at the job.
No super villains appeared to be attacking today and she was glad for it. While the coffee had done its job – at first – she now had had all the caffeine processed and sleep was getting to her, but if she were to fall asleep – something she didn't want to do at all – she would never hear the end of it.
She stifled a yawn as she looked at all the paperwork she had to do. Those jobs of hers, the ones where she was responsible for operations, were exciting, but the amount of paperwork made her feel like she was retracing old steps, and she wasn't advancing. It didn't help that they were almost always the same forms, day and day again.
She found herself wondering if Montgomery...a Lord of all people...would call her, she didn't know if she should wait such a thing but she had, after all, given him her number, today she was staying in the tower...there was just no way she could keep on not sleeping at all...but maybe they could schedule something for very soon, or soonish, she still had a ton of work to do.
Her civilian cellular phone had no tracking, it was a necessary feature due to the secrecy of her job, and all the calls were bounced around as an extra measure of safety. She could still receive calls but it took a while longer for the signal to reach her. It wasn't a problem though, as the differences, with the technology's speed, were minimal and almost non noticeable. She checked the mobile phone. It was fully charged and yet she had no messages or calls...then again the only numbers which she had as contacts were her mother, her father, and the national emergency number for the Uk. She knew, in her memory, the numbers to the governors, queens, and presidents of several countries, but those she kept of her appointment notebook and mobile phone, for obvious reasons. But it wasn't one of them she wanted to be called by, heck no, she wasn't sure she knew at all whom she wanted to be called at. Sure Lord Montgomery seemed nice, but a quick internet search for him pointed to an noticeable lack of information on him, for a Lord at least. All it contained was just his position on the House of the Lords and a brief Wikipedia article which told him where he had graduated at as an archaeologist.
That was interesting, he had seemed much more interested in biology than properly history...she made sure to take note of that to mention it to him as soon as they met again. She had to be very discreet though, not to make him aware she had "googled him" on Google. But one of the good things about being a spy was that she knew how to be discreet, and she planned to use that sneakiness on him.
Dr Director observed the huge stack of paperwork – that threatened to tumble over and cause a mess of papers – and she picked one again, she automatically did what was expected, since, this form she had filled several dozen times in the last few months, and she left her mind wander off. It was always harder to keep her mind from wandering off when she was tired and, not having slept, she was definitively tired.
Lord Montgomery, from what little information she could gather without going into the deeper recess of the web, had an archaeology degree – even though Wikipedia wasn't the most reliable of sources, she dared to believe it. – he also appeared to have an interest on simians and apes. That she had noticed herself, and needed no searching of the web to discover. She wondered what kind of thing she should mention to gain his interest in herself.
She looked at the telephone, the civilian mobile phone, and the pager. None of them had rung yet, and, though she hoped the civilian one rung at least soon, the others could very well stay quiet for all she cared, in fact, she really hoped they did. It wasn't like she had anything to gain if someone were to scream at her, except perhaps a headache.
She checked the hours again, and sighed, though she still had several hours to go, and the day was just paperwork without an attack of any kind, she wished it would be all over for the day so she could sleep. Another yawn, she was pretty tired.
She hoped Lord Montgomery would call her soon.