Ushia exited the taxi in front of a major company headquarters. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she approached the entrance. Her short skirt revealed her long legs, trim and toned, encased in hose. The doorman wore sunglasses and she couldn't see his eyes. But Ushia knew his eyes were following her as her breasts jiggled beneath her woman's business suit. She had worn her most supportive Wonderbra and it was displaying mounds of flesh between the lapels. Her shoulder satchel's strap bisected her cleavage adding to the effect.
The doorman didn't move as she closed on the doorway. Ushia feigned dropping the envelop she held in her hand and stooped next to the doorman to retrieve it, offering him a view of flesh down the opened lapels and a hint of almost exposed nipple atop the underwire bra. She peered upward with a shy smile and picked up the envelope. The doorman no longer had a free view of her cleavage, so decided to perform his duty and opened the door for Ushia. He had not asked her for any ID.
Having gained entry, Ushia proceeded to the elevators and selected the one that took her to the top floor on express. While riding up, she positioned herself beneath the security camera in order to offer the monitoring guard the same visual that the doorman had been offered. At the floor designated for the research division, the elevator stopped and Ushia alighted into the outer office.
The layout of the lobby looked exactly as the task dozier said it would. The TWA Security covert affairs department had obtained building plans from the city building department. They had sent a team after hours to verify that no unpermitted renovations had occurred. But the building was not this task's target; the Director of Research was. Dr Azid was a renowned expert in Middle Eastern art and antiquities and had been helping collectors across the world verify the authenticity of objects appearing on the under the table market from those war torn regions. He was also reported to be the brother of one the Middle East's most brutal terrorists, Diza. That terrorist seemed to defy capture but a recent air drone missile attack was thought to have killed him. A body had been recovered but the physical evidence was scant due to the damage caused by the blast and subsequent fire. A DNA match to covertly verify the remains was needed by intelligence agencies that could then redirect resources or misinform enemies as applicable. Ushia was executing that task requested of TWA Security by the covert agency. As an exceptionally talented Chemical Engineer, Ushia's cover was demonstrating a new paint and pigment chemical analysis device used in art verification.
Ushia said to the receptionist "I have an appointment with Dr. Azid. Is he ready to see me?" The receptionist buzzed Azid who said he could meet with Ushia immediately. The receptionist ushered Ushia into a grand corner office where a dark complexioned man sat behind the desk.
Azid rose and walked to meet Ushia. She noticed his vision never rose above her neck. "Welcome. Please have a seat here on the couch." Ushia sat on a cushion so soft it nearly swallowed her as she sat very low. Azid sat across from her on a divan. His view extended under her skirt.
"So, you have a device that can date the organics and isotopes within a piece of art and tell its age within a few years? That is a remarkable accomplishment." Azid showed only excitement at the news but inwardly he was distraught. His brother's organization had been remanufacturing plausible art pieces from the broken remains of authentic pieces and using the sales proceeds to finance their terrorist actions. This new device must be examined. A way must be found around its capability to undo his past imitation art sales. He must gain this woman's trust and use it against her. As for Ushia, she was amused inwardly that this supposed expert who had been verifying false objects as real for his brother's art clients was dumb enough to believe such technology even existed. So the subterfuge began in earnest for both parties.
"Of course, it is in its early test trials but we feel it has potential. We need a few pilot tests where it can perform in the real world to verify its accuracy. We wanted to test it against some works that you had already verified. We can trust that an expert like you knows the object's true age." Ushia had leaned forward to show enthusiasm for her request but also, by showing some cleavage, to get some enthusiasm going in Azid as well.
