Chapter Nine
Madam switched her attention to the DVD recorder; she stopped the images being sent from the stables, and removed the disk from its tray. Placing the disk into her computer she typed in a series of commands, opening a direct interface with a distant office.
The woman that flashed on her screen nodded and greeted her by lowering her head. Then looking up, she smiled and spoke.
“Madam how nice to see you, do you have your report to file.”
Madam did, but she wanted to explain it to someone in particular.
“There is something wrong with the current batch of trainee’s, well one in particular. I am deeply concerned that Head Office should know and instigate action to correct my perceived fault. I have never encountered such a blatant error in trainee selection; I firmly believe
