The sunlight was brilliant and I squinted as I struggled to see.

We were in a circular arena that looked liked it was the sort that might be used for a rodeo, only much smaller.

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They're trying to push me into upper management but I love coding and the power coding gives me.

I code mostly in C# and Python these days and although some of the guys in my company aren't comfortable taking orders from a girl when the server crashes or the client can't wait any longer I'm the one they turn to, managers included. At first they were all wolf whistles and snide remarks about my butt and legs, at least until I started coding circles around them. Tracy, do you have any idea where this memory leak is coming from?

I touched my own collar and found the same metal box, only the stainless steel didn't feel like metal, but rather like a cloth that wouldn't tear. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen, and I wasn't going to run. I was surprised to see that one of the goons was the bald man from the elevator.

The first goon grabbed my arm, but the bald man stopped him, using a language I did not understand.

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