Not what you expected

Your professor walks you to his car and holds the door for you to get in. He makes casual conversation as he drives, and absorbed with the events of the day and talking to him you pay little attention to where you're going.

Evening is starting to darken the sky and you realize you're in a part of town you don't know well. The streets are grimy and lined with unsuccessful looking businesses. The few pedestrians you see look decidedly seedy. You're about to ask where you're going , when he pulls down an alley and into a parking space behind a building. The headlights light up a sign that reads "Parking for AAA Bail Bonds Only."

"Your friend is a bail bondsman?"

"No. He's just using the office today. It was easier to meet him here," your professor smiles and opens the car door for you. Offering you his arm, he escorts you to a back door and opens it, ushering you into a dimly lit hallway and closing the door behind you. There are several doors in the corridor, some of them opening onto dark rooms except one near the end which emits a dim light. Professor Simmons gestures towards that door and despite some little butterflies of trepidation you walk with him down the hallway.

He escorts you through the door and you see that the illumination comes from a single desk lamp. It's aimed low on the desk, which enables you to see that someone sits behind it, but you can't see their features.

There is a single straight backed chair in front of the desk, and your professor gestures you towards it. You sit, holding your purse in your lap, feeling nervous about the eeriness of the setting.

"Here she is, as promised," your professor says. The figure behind the desk reaches out a hand and changes the angle of the desk lamp so that you can see their face.

"Here she is indeed," says a cold cruel voice. A voice belonging to your employer Steve Richards.