Mona Smiled. "Oh yes, I was born here. I'm a native!" She giggled. In fact she could trace her roots back to the original slave ship that brought her ancestors from Africa in the eighteenth century. "Where do I work? Heh. Well dear I'm really not supposed to talk about it!" She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I work for the government. There's a big hush-hush project, that I can't say anything about!"<br/><br/>Mona had used that line before. The fact that it was true, she had realised, was irrelevant. It was such a wonderful chat-up line. The dark mysterious stranger, working on some top secret project, had an instant appeal. It made her seem like a spy, or something equally glamorous. In fact, her job was really little more than that of the overseer on any building site anywhere in the world. All she did was paper pushing, with the occasional site visit to ensure the work was progressing the way the paper trail said and to sort out any problems.