Mrs. Smith was telling Ned about her analyses of the dual evaluation assessments Ned had been helped execute. "I expected scores to be randomly higher or lower on similar tests by different evaluators. But your opposite consistently scored the tests lower. We believe he isn't qualified to be an evaluator. Recruiting his replacement will take time. Your short-term workload will increase. What do you think about using a chauffeured limousine for your promotee transports? You can use your travel time to perform interview and physical evaluations and complete them at the destination facility if time runs out."
Ned agreed this better process would let him focus his energies on the evaluations rather than the rigors of driving.
Ned would leave immediately for the junior facility to collect a junior to senior promote. Mrs. Smith said a guest lecturer had finished her advanced classes at the senior facility and was moving to the junior facility to give intermediate classes. She would ride along. Mrs. Smith threw Ned a knowing glance as she said "Holly is not subject to student or staff discretion rules. Be careful of her traps. Holly is a lecturing expert on using clothes, hair and makeup to broadcast subtle attraction signals. Save your energies for the return evaluation."
The opaque privacy panel between the forward and rear compartments allowed passengers to see the driver compartment and the road ahead of the speeding limousine. Holly in the rear seat facing front watched the road ahead past Ned who was riding in the front seat facing rear. Ned watched Holly over his laptop screen while he readied the file for his return-journey promotee's evaluation assessment file.
Holly stretched her arms. Her business suit coat unwrapped enough to expose her silky blouse stretched across her breasts. Bulbous dark disks declared their presence through the translucent material. Dropping her arms, the coat remained opened past the sides of her boobs. Sipping her drink, she jostled at an imaginary road bump that Ned certainly hadn't felt. Grabbing a napkin, she daubed her cleavage and worked the napkin under the unbuttoned blouse edges. Relaxing back, she re-crossed her legs flashing an uncovered triangle of crenelated skin beneath a short wool suit skirt. She leaned forward to unclasp her heel straps and Ned saw generous cleavage in the opened top. She relaxed back. Another flick of her legs dropped off the shoes and flashed her groin again.