There was a time when no one took her seriously. Having a day time TV celebrity as dad and a fashion Model mother didn't help. They were always so focused on Missy's looks and presentation, but for Missy, that was all too easy. So it was hard for the family when she refused to model. Girls were already bitchy towards her and guys couldn't talk around her as it was. She told her parent she respected their profession, but wanted a different challenge. She wanted to be a warden of a prison. Missy made it into university, did a little modeling to get by financially, and came top in all her classes. Job offers rolled in, but she wanted to work in the toughest prison there is, Lynchfield Penitentiary.
Now that it is her first day of work, she spent the early morning preparing for work. Missy's
uniform was supplied and she wears a navy green
shirt with sown on badges, brown pants, shiny black boots and a utility
belt. The belt is cool though, it has a baton, tazer, two sets of
handcuffs, pepper spray, radio and a torch. She didn't get a gun, but
there is a radio with an emergency button and an emergency response
squad. She tied her hair into a tight bun behind behide her head and
isn't wearing makeup. She wants to be taken seriously.
"I will get straight to the point, I don't want you here. Nothing personal, your resume is impressive. I just don't want girl guards. However, you won this round. I think I will win the next one. If you get hurt and quit, it is on your own head. I will be done with this equal opportunity nonsense and we can all move forward."
He pauses and stares intently, "Now you know the situation, if you are smart you will leave and I will give you a great reference. No one will think less of you. Or you can follow officer Folley and he can show you around"