You have a meeting to go to

You walk up to the door and enter. Inside is a simple but refined-looking lobby. The receptionist at the desk at the back of the room calls out to you.

"Oh, Jen, you're back from your appointment?" You instinctively look behind you before realizing he means you.

"Uh, yeah," you manage awkwardly.

"The R&D meeting starts in a few minutes on the fifth floor," he says with a smile. He presses a button behind his desk and an elevator behind him opens up.

You look at the open elevator and gulp. "Thanks," you say, as you muster up the courage and walk into the doors which slide shut behind you. After a few seconds, the elevator opens up to a beige and gray row of cubicles lit by fluorescent lights. A man is leaning against the cubicle nearest the elevator, looking up from his watch at you as you walk out.

"Ah, great, Jen, you're here!" he says. "Come on, the meeting's over here." He turns to his right and you follow him, feeling anxious in the bright and unfamiliar space. He's dressed sloppily, buttoned shirt partway untucked around the back. He's tall, with a thin, unassuming face that he hasn't shaved in a few days, and he's wearing thick, black glasses. Your intuition tells you that this must be someone from the R&D department.

He enters a room and you follow in behind him. Seated around a long wooden table are about ten intimidating old men in suits. Their eyes are trained on you as you enter.

"Ms. Brown, glad to see you." You can tell he's talking to you since there are no other women in the room. "Well, let's get right to it. We're all awaiting the demonstration your department's put together."

You freak out for a second, not knowing anything about the company you apparently work for. Thinking quick on your feet, though, you remember the man who led you here.

"My associate has prepared a demo for you," you say, crossing your fingers.

"That's correct, I have," says the man to your left, smiling.

"Well then, Brian," the executive says, "let's see what you've got to show us."

The man, Brian, smiles and walks over to you. You look at him, confused, as he leans in towards your ear and whispers, "This'll show you, you stupid bitch." You turn to him and as you do he clamps a thick, metal collar around your neck.

Oh, shit.

You try to speak, but the collar around your neck catches your throat and you cough.

"My lovely boss, Jen, has volunteered to assist with my demonstration."

You frantically try to yank the collar off your neck, but it holds solid. Brian smirks as he pulls out some kind of plastic box with buttons on it.

"As Jen's showing, the collar itself cannot be removed except by this controller. Now, as for the main functionality..."