Hall of Infinite Doors
You walk briskly in your jeans and T-shirt to the Sigma Chi house. It was built almost a hundred years ago and sits atop a slight rise overlooking the main road leading to campus. Your dorm and many other dorms were built behind their house.
You walk through the row of trees marking their property, up to the back door, and knock. A short blonde with curled hair and nice knockers answers. "Yes?"
"Stacey Cleavland," you reply.
She lets you into the prestigious building and asks you to sit on a bench in the hallway. You admire the panelled woodwork while you wait. After a couple minutes the blonde who answered the door returns and beckens you into an ornate living room in front of the building where three other contractors--two others in jeans and another in a shirt and tie--wait. All are older than you. You sit together in complete silence until a tall brunnette in plaid skirt and white blouse shows up. All eyes adjust to her more than ample tanned cleavage.
"Hi! I'm Stacey," she says professionally. She introduces herself individually with a crisp handshake to each person in the room. Then, she continues. "We'd like to gather bids on an unusual job. Three years ago we installed cameras along the peremiter of our house and in most rooms in the house. Many were installed as to be undetectable by the room's occupants. These were all linked by direct feed into a central security room in the basement. This past semester the cameras were used, for, shall we say 'abuse.' The ladies of the house have voted to have not only cameras removed, but all of the wires supporting them too. All holes should be patched and restored to match the surrounding area."
You had heard of the famous incident in which certain videos made their way to the web. Still, removing all the wires seemed a little drastic.
She then gives you a tour of the house, showing you the location of many cameras. The men take notes and ask relevant questions about the construction and restoration. You note the wires are capable of carrying an audio signal as well. As it is early morning, not many residents are moving around. A few guys are leaving the girls they had last night and going home, and a few girls are trudging to and fro from the bathroom. A girl dressed as a french maid is picking up empty liquor and beer bottles in a second storey room. It's an amazing residence, complete with indoor pool, jacuzzi and sauna. All had cameras installed.
Stacey also shows you the basement, to which all the wires came. It has some of the most expensive electronic devices you have ever seen--monitors, recording, mixing and replay equipment. However, by plan, that all must go.
At the end she gives you a submission deadline for the bidding. You leave through the front door with the other men. You remember how you decided not to bid this project that summer, and wish how you had.
You walk through the row of trees marking their property, up to the back door, and knock. A short blonde with curled hair and nice knockers answers. "Yes?"
"Stacey Cleavland," you reply.
She lets you into the prestigious building and asks you to sit on a bench in the hallway. You admire the panelled woodwork while you wait. After a couple minutes the blonde who answered the door returns and beckens you into an ornate living room in front of the building where three other contractors--two others in jeans and another in a shirt and tie--wait. All are older than you. You sit together in complete silence until a tall brunnette in plaid skirt and white blouse shows up. All eyes adjust to her more than ample tanned cleavage.
"Hi! I'm Stacey," she says professionally. She introduces herself individually with a crisp handshake to each person in the room. Then, she continues. "We'd like to gather bids on an unusual job. Three years ago we installed cameras along the peremiter of our house and in most rooms in the house. Many were installed as to be undetectable by the room's occupants. These were all linked by direct feed into a central security room in the basement. This past semester the cameras were used, for, shall we say 'abuse.' The ladies of the house have voted to have not only cameras removed, but all of the wires supporting them too. All holes should be patched and restored to match the surrounding area."
You had heard of the famous incident in which certain videos made their way to the web. Still, removing all the wires seemed a little drastic.
She then gives you a tour of the house, showing you the location of many cameras. The men take notes and ask relevant questions about the construction and restoration. You note the wires are capable of carrying an audio signal as well. As it is early morning, not many residents are moving around. A few guys are leaving the girls they had last night and going home, and a few girls are trudging to and fro from the bathroom. A girl dressed as a french maid is picking up empty liquor and beer bottles in a second storey room. It's an amazing residence, complete with indoor pool, jacuzzi and sauna. All had cameras installed.
Stacey also shows you the basement, to which all the wires came. It has some of the most expensive electronic devices you have ever seen--monitors, recording, mixing and replay equipment. However, by plan, that all must go.
At the end she gives you a submission deadline for the bidding. You leave through the front door with the other men. You remember how you decided not to bid this project that summer, and wish how you had.