Join him

If you join him, you won't have to deal with his associates, who could be worse.

You tell Mr. Blair you'll join him and he smiles. "Great! You'll have to sign a contract, but unlike what Strickland made you sign it's just a confidentiality agreement, in case you hear sensitive company information."

You sign the contract using a clipboard while he leads you to the parking garage. You get in the passenger seat of his fancy red Lamborghini, and he drives in silence. Several times he seems like he is going to say something but doesn't.

finally, he turns to you and says, "Look, John, or JoAnne or whatever I'm supposed to call you, this place is...not exactly a normal business. It's...well, it's a daycare, but it's..." he sighs. "It's a daycare for adults."

"What?" you ask, confused.

"It's a place for diapered teenagers and young adults to spend their days. It...here, just look in that binder in the glove box."

You open the glove box and pull out a thick white binder. Inside, there are a number of images of a pink room, filled with stuffed animals and toys and diapers and baby bottles. After more images of the same room, you see an image of a young woman, probably your age, in pigtails, a pink, ruffly dress, a short skirt, and a massive diaper. She is sucking her thumb, and holding a teddy bear.

"What is this place?" you ask. "Some kinda fetish club."

"No," Mr. Blair responds. "Although some...sexual activity does occur, it is primarily used when someone is acting childish or like a baby, and a parent or significant other wants to teach them a lesson. It uses brainwashing and mental conditioning to regress the individual into a submissive, child-like state."

Mr. Blair parks outside what appears to be a normal daycare center, but you can see a giggly, curly-haired diaper woman running inside. "I shouldn't have sprung this on you. You can wait in the car if you want?"