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STC (The Satellite Test Center)

STC (The Satellite Test Center) by S.K. Smith
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It’s 1984. The country is pulling out of a recession. The Reagan administration is beefing up defense. The space shuttle, Challenger, is flying. And the Satellite Test Center, known as the STC, is staffing up.

Among young professional women, Samantha Matijevic Clark gains entrance into the old boy network of mission control inside the STC. Behind the secrecy of closed doors, how does Sam cope with men behaving badly? Will it break her spirit? Will it derail her career?

SynergEbooks; July 2010
198 pages; ISBN 9780744320022
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Title: STC (The Satellite Test Center)
Author: S.K. Smith

Holding a lime green sign that said “UNCLEARED,” Mr. Isidro Garcia led his flock into the bowels of the mysterious STC. Mr. Garcia wore a gray pullover sweater over his apple-shaped physique. His curly charcoal hair and clothes blended into the patchwork of the gray pieces of carpet inside.

Sam’s brown eyes flitted about the windowless halls with its entrances to secret modules barred by cipher locks. “I feel like a leper … like when they yell unclean wherever you go.”

Tan looked incredulous. “You were a leper?”

“Not me.” Sam felt flustered. “That was done to lepers in the Bible.”

Tan returned Sam a blank look. Then John explained with a chuckle, “Not everyone here knows the Bible.”

Sam puckered her lips. She realized she was not in the old America anymore.

“Man.” Enrico brown eyes grew wide. “This is like a scene out of those Cold War spy movies.”

Isidro commented with a Spanish accent, “The Cold War is still with us, my friends, which is why we are all here.” The foursome’s new supervisor smiled uneasily, showing a gap between his two front teeth. “But not to worry. You all will be free to move about when you get your clearances.”

Stopping at a cipher lock on the third floor, Isidro punched in the combo, but the door refused to open. He grimaced as he shook his head. “Those guys. They like to joke.” He punched in the combo again and the lock opened this time.

Still holding the “UNCLEARED” sign, Mr. Garcia bypassed the F1 planning room, leading his flock to F2. He passed the sign to another guy that looked like a younger version of Colonel Sanders.

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