<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Finally, all the paperwork was done. Delicate fingers made their way across black keys with white numbers and letters with ease as the person behind the screen let out a sigh of relief. Adjusting black square frames, Alena leaned back in her desk chair. It was a deep red and made of leather and padded with goose feathers. It was unbelievably comfortable and could massage her back when her muscles started to ache thanks to the little remote pad on the left arm. Right now, her eyes could use the massage. She wore her glasses on occasion and kept forgetting to take them off when she was reading. Slipping off the frames, she put them on her desk and massaged her temples, attempting to chase away a small headache. It wasn't going to work as well as she hoped, but she knew the stimulus would work the way she wanted so the headache wouldn't grow unbearable any time soon. Still, she needed to keep tabs on when she had her glasses on or her vision would become further impaired and that wasn't good. With a stretch and a yawn, the Russian stood up and walked on heeled feet to the window and looked out at the scenery.<br/><br/>The grounds for the facility were beautifully kept, even though the building had a foreboding feel and look to it. The flowers were starting to bloom and the trees were a brilliant green. The cherry blossom tree that had recently been planted at her request was doing well and the pink petals were flowering nicely. The smallest of smiles curved her red lips. This was going to be a very interesting first year. Though she was younger than the doctors and actually some of the patients, Alena didn't mind. She had worked her ass off to make it to where she was. She'd even impressed her brothers in the time it had taken her to become a PHD in her field of study. Her parents had been a bit weary by her progress but proud of her all the same. She knew it was because of some of her...problems growing up. But that was easily dismissed. They'd raised her well. It wasn't their fault that she had a wire loose. Yes, she knew about some of her sadistic nature and her abnormal desires and wants. She <em>was</em> a psychologist after all. Was she a bit sociopathic? Perhaps. But she had a job to do and things to take care of. Adjusting her blouse, she turned on her heel to saunter back to her desk in her black suit and matching heels. She looked professional, as always. Even with her piercings that she proudly wore. <br/><br/>Some of the families she had reassured about their respective loved one had given her uncertain or dirty looks. Whatever. They could fuck off. She had her degrees tacked up neatly on her wall in her office and had pointed them out with a sinister smirk as the families had tried to discredit her simply for her appearance. She had the time under her belt and the evidence on her walls. They could lick her boots for all she cared about their judgments. Perhaps they'd even enjoy it. But her mind was slipping to things that needed to be filed away for later. She was tempted to go bother Alex in his office, but she had too many things to do. She knew that he had filed and signed the papers for the patients that she herself had handed to him after her own file and look through. She had her own signature on them with his joining hers. It had taken a good couple hours to get through those files, but the research and effort that was going into each patient's case was worth it. She <em>did</em> want to help them become better and more functional in society. She wanted them to feel safe and normal and happy. She also wanted to play with them and make them into horny little good boys and girls. Alena wasn't all good, after all. <br/><br/>Sitting back in her chair, Alena decided to play one game of solitaire on her laptop before she had to delve back into her work load. She needed to go check in the basement to make sure the offices of the other doctors were all in order and staffed with the things they would need and whatnot. She also needed to check that the hospital supplies were in the proper storage cabinets. Alex was more focused on the patients for now while Alena was focused on the organization and supplies as well as the finances. She had checked the logs this morning when she had gotten up and they were actually under budget with all the connections she had in the cities around them. Some of that money would be filed away for other uses when the need arose. She sent Alex an email with a copy of the logs and all the orders she had made. Next on her list was making the payroll roster. She had made sure that she and Alex only made about ten grand more than the other doctors since she and Alex weren't greedy. Besides, it was still a good chunk of change for all of them. They weren't being paid enormous amounts, but they were definitely living in style with the money they would be receiving for their time and effort. Plus, there was money on the side from their...business.<br/><br/>It was tricky business at that, but Alena had been in the lifestyle of BDSM since she was a young teenager. Having been in the life for over a decade made it easier for her to find and locate suitable clients for the business she and Alex and the staff were running. The patients were getting help and the clients were getting wonderful toys to keep and cherish. With the proper price, of course. She nor Alex got all of the money from a single sell, instead, it was split up equally according to the number of staff. Everyone got a fair cut and Alena made sure to that. She was calculating and calm, so it made things easier. Besides, she wasn't greedy. Everyone got the fair amount. Hell, she would do it for free if it wasn't so costly to run the facility and buy all the extras needed to see their plans to fruition. But it was how it was and Alena was allowed free range over the facility as head bitch, basically. It still concerned her as to why Alex had chosen her as Co-Director, but that thought was to be dwelt upon later. Logging off of her computer before shutting it down, the young doctor made her way to the door and closed it. Two of the locks clicked into place automatically and the other two were soon engaged by the electronic pad next to the door. With her key, she locked the door knob and soon made her way down the hall and to the basement to check on the supply closets and offices, whistling a little tune from when she had lived in the motherland. <br/><br/>[In: Inner Halls of Rosanam (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0) ]</span>