My Dean's office could substitute for HR. With this battle plan, I walked up to the Dean's secretary. "Hello, Anne. I see Karol is in. I'll only need ... minute."As I walked toward the open door, Anne Wilson sputtered, "You can't just walk in. Wait ... Who are y ... Oh, my Sainted Aunt. Dr. Krelinov, Dr. Richards to see you."Dr. Karol Krelinov, Dean of Anthropology, was not one of my fans. He looked up from his work, did a double take, then rose to extend a hand. "Good afternoon, Dr. Richards.. I gathered that most of the EFP people were sitting on that side and were applauding one of their own.The Chairman again took the podium."I think this might be an excellent time to introduce a very special person who has agreed to address us tonight. I think many of you may have heard of her story. She was recently set free by a court after having been unjustly sentenced to ten years of indentured servitude for debt, and actually serving the first year of that sentence. Her name is Stephanie. A sceptre catch's my eye. I pick it up and fondle it. The crystal upon its top glistened brightly and projects candle light all around the darkened room.You cough that's when I see you dimly lit, alone as the men took all the younger women. You wear a big dress but the corseted upper shows off your figure. Normally I am not interested in the captured women. But you caught my eye. Your hair a mess and your clothes torn. I approach you briskly still carrying the sceptre but rather than cower. You. All of the activities that Jack had been involved in up to now had been in the rooms to the side of the hallway, he'd never been inside the door at the back before. Karen opened the door with the security card she carried and then held the door for Jack to enter.Inside the door Jack found a large room laid out in a way similar to the living room of a home and occupied by several women that Jack had never seen before. It became obvious almost immediately to Jack that this was part of the living.