We stepped into one of the biggest rooms I had ever been in. It seemed like the size of an old ballroom, but it was just an office. But immediately as I set foot inside, I saw that it wasn't your average office, and that wasn't just because of the size. It was because of the decor. Just like the corridor we had traveled on the way here, it was oddly decorated. This time not like a fish tank, jungle, dungeon or any of the other things we saw, it was decorated like a kitchen. Not your average kitchen either, it was like one of those fancy ones you would see in a restaraunt. You know, all clean and chrome and silver. It was very nice. But not for an office!

At one of the counters where in a normal kitchen a chef would be standing chopping up veggies or something, there sat a humongous man. He was even fatter than the one who'd given me my examination, which made me wonder if it was an epidemic in this workplace or something.

He looked up as the door closed behind the plump man and I, and immediately smiled. "Margaret, I presume?"

I nodded, "Yes sir." He was after all, my new boss, as weird as this place was.

His smile broke into a large grin, and it kind of scared me to think he was that happy to see me. "Please, have a seat." He said gesturing towards a stool on the other side of the crome countertop.

I walked over towards him and plopped myself down on the-very tall, I might add-stool.

"Welcome to your new job here at Initiation Co." he continued to smile creepily at me, so I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Thank you," I said, "But I have a few questions."

His grin didn't fade, "I imagined you would. And no pun intended." He added. That caused the plump man to burst out laughing. I guess it was a pun because imagining is what they do here or something? "Shoot." He said, telling me to go on with my asking of questions.

"Okay. Thank you," I said. He nodded. "My first question is, how did you find me? The pamphlet said I was chosen to work here, but I don't know how you even figured out I was unemployed or who I am."

My new boss seemed confused by my question. "Well, you're a human, aren't you?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course!"

"Then... why wouldn't we find you? We know everything there is to know about every human ever." I think he said ever three times to be dramatic or something.

That sentence was a tad creepy, don't you think? I mean, the guy knew everything about me? That's scary. Even my personal life? And my sad pathetic teenage love-life?

But this isn't a romance story, so let's move on.

"You do?"

This time he looked at me like I was the crazy one. "Of course! Why wouldn't we?"

I ignored him. "My next question is, what exactly is it that you really do here? I mean, the pamphlet said you initiate the imaginations of others into reality. But that's not possible... Is it?"