Part 1

The office building seemed normal enough. A beige fake marble reception desk sat in one corner of the room, an office chair right behind it, but no fake smiling receptionist. I felt the cold tile floor through my thin ballet flats, looking around to see where the chilling breeze running through my hair came from. The door was shut and there were no windows, just four corners of walls painted more of the bland beige color. Silly me, to think this job would be anything near normal.

I turned around, still puzzled about the breeze, and found myself facing two doors. One orange, one green. Why couldn't my 'first day email' be a little more descriptive? I asked myself. Or at all descriptive, I thought, thinking of the email in my head. "Come." it had said, and possibly against my better judgment, I had. Not sure what I was doing, I walked through the orange one.