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answered nervously.
    “Please come in and take a seat,” Yvonne said, motioning Lori to a seat in front of her desk.
    Lori got up, walked past her, and took the seat in the chair.
    Yvonne closed the door and walked to her desk and said, “I know you’re asking yourself, what am I doing here?”
    “As a matter of fact, yes, I am asking that.”
    Yvonne took a seat and opened up a jacket folder and began to flip through it.
    Lori leaned in and saw her name on the tab.
    “Mrs. Roberts, or can I call you Lori?”
    “Lori is fine.”
    “Good, I like that, makes it seem…less formal.”
    Lori was a talented architect, and one of the reasons she shined in her profession was because of her attention to detail. She examined Yvonne, the desk and the room, looking for details to help explain anything about why she might be there or what might be going on outside the camp. Information was valuable in camp, and no one really knew what was going on. She studied Yvonne’s attire, looking for clues. The desk was similar to the office and the room outside, void of anything distinguishing or colorful. The room had the same gray walls, white drop ceilings and the metal desk was slate gray. The gray walls were empty, nothing hung there but a single clock, and that was worthless as the time was wrong. Beside a pile of other jacket folders, there stood a single lamp upon the desk. Lori did note the three filing cabinets behind Yvonne; she imagined the wealth of information housed in them.
    “I’ll just get to the point. This morning Camp Commander Brockman mentioned that Camp Sierra was expanding. That’s great news for all, but when things grow, there are also growing pains. You see, we need more people to help in our expansion, and we are in need of architects, like yourself.”
    Lori gulped and waited to hear the one thing she thought would never happen, a way out of there.
    “Lori, we see here that you are an architect and even were head partner in your firm. That is just wonderful.”
    “You’re sending us away?”
    Yvonne looked up from the file and answered, “Us?”
    “You have me in here to tell me that my family and I are being chosen to go to Camp Sierra?”
    “No, no, your family won’t be going to Camp Sierra, nor will you just yet. We’re sending you to the DIA. There you’ll work with a team who we’ve put together.”
    “I don’t understand. What do you mean my family isn’t coming with me, and what’s the DIA?”
    “Lori, you look upset. I can tell you that everything will be fine. Be happy; you’ve been chosen to help rebuild. This is a great opportunity for you and your family.”
    “I can’t leave my family. Do you understand?” Lori exclaimed.
    “Lori, please calm down. There’s no reason for you to get upset,” Yvonne warned.
    “What’s going on here? This isn’t right. Where are you taking me?”
    “Mrs. Roberts, I can assure you that all is fine. We need people of your expertise to help draft plans for the Camp Sierra expansion, that’s all. We’re headquartering the team working on this project at Denver International Airport or the DIA for short,” Yvonne stressed but in a calm tone.
    Lori locked her eyes on Yvonne and tried to see if she could pick up on any body language.
    “We need you to be ready to leave this afternoon.”
    With her mind spinning with different scenarios, she finally steadied herself and began to think rationally. This was an opportunity to get out of camp, and if all went well, she, David and Eric would be allowed to go to Camp Sierra.
    “How long will I be gone?”
    “Unsure, but that really depends on how quickly your team completes the project.”
    “Um, okay. But why can’t my family come with me?”
    “Like every camp and support location we have around the continent, we have limited resources and therefore can’t bring everyone, but the main reason is we want you to be focused on the task. Your participation is important.”
    “I’m sorry, but