The Time Traveler's Rose(COMPLETED)

New Worker

When the driver dropped me off at the building, I walked up to the doorman and he opened the door for me. The feeling of walking into the building felt new. Hardly any of the Clocks walk into the building because we have no business on the bottom floors. The white collars work them. We just normally MT ourselves to our designated floors. 

I walked to the elevator and swiped the bar. It's doors opened and I stepped onto the platform. As the floors started whirring down in front of me, I remembered about my badge. Shit!  Stupid fucking policy. Of all important things, wearing a stupid badge for the ambassadors only had to be one of the dumbest ones made. 
230... Oh no. I patted my breast pockets for my badge. It's wasn't in there nor my pants pockets.
252... I checked my side pockets and then my torso pockets. Found it! I took it out, but it got  stuck to my pants. I tried all of my might to get it untangled, but it wasn't working.
280... I sat down on the floor and focused.
330... I took the pin and with a simple yank, pulled it out. As I got up, I was thanking whatever God there was.
456... The door opened and the badge was securely on my shirt.
I walked around the corner and bumped into a man. He was carrying for what looked like classified files of previous subjects. "Hey, careful." The man gathered all of the papers he dropped while also glancing back at me with shy smiles. "Thank-you, Miss." He disappeared around the corner. I walked hastily to the Ambassadors's office. As I walked into the meeting room. "Good morning. Mr. Calmin? What are you doing here?" Calmin stood up and bowed. "Hello Lt. Zimmerman. It is nice to see you too." 

"Sorry sir, I am though honored to be in your presence," I said as I saluted him with my hand across my chest. He bowed once more. "Lavidia, take a seat please." Ambassador Jung motioned for me to take the one chair centered at the end of the table. I sat down. The room was fairly lit by the awakening sun. In front of me was a black folder. Across the room was the holographic screen of some girl who looked like she was in her early twenties. "Lavidia, meet your new partner." My jaw tensed. It was only then that I had moved from my frozen state when Ambassador Smith threatened me with his finger. He took his index finger and slid it across his throat. I straightened up. "New business partner? How... inclusive of you all." 

"Her name is Lana Choi. She just assembled her last week. Since she is going to be your new partner, I expect you to train her for the next month and a half, okay? After that I want you to bring her into the simulation room and see if your training paid off. If not-"
"You die." Ambassador Smith said it so loud and clear that the whole board stared at him. "I'm only saying that if she trains her, but the girl fails, we won't have time for her to make up for it. It is easier to lose a failed project than to keep one." Calmin looked at him then at me with agreement. "I hate to be the one to agree, but he is right, Lavidia. If you fail, we will resort to desperate measures in order to keep the flow of things. The sooner you die, the more people we can recruit. And I'm not saying that we should kill you off the sooner the better." I sat there tapping my fingers. I looked at Calmin for permission to open the folder. He nodded. I flipped the folder open and inside were three photos of the girl. I could already feel a bad vibe from just looking at the pictures. On the left was a report of her.

U.C.C
Name: Choi Lana.
Race: Korean-African American
Age: 24
Married: NO
Eye Color: Brown-Green
Children: NO
Subject No. 59837 has sustaining brain capacity, but lacks training and needs further knowledge in of becoming a part of U.C.C. We will assign patient No. 59837 to a Death Officiate. Lavidia Zimmerman will coach this patient and have her ready soon for a simulation test. If the test is failed, patient No.59837 and Lavidia Zimmerman will undergo further consequences.