Time to meet the Boss.

Once there is no trace of someone else around you, you restart your walking, this time making sure you actually know where you are going. You are relived to have reached what you were looking for in no time. Before leaving you to your own luck, Mr I-didn't-tell-you-his-name-because-reasons told you every important door is marked with a potted plant, no matter what kind of plant it is, it's always marking something. And there you see it, two tall sunflowers standing proud on a pale pot is placed beside the door you were looking for all this time.

You approach it, and as soon as you are standing in front of it, the door swings open, revealing a very stressed looking woman with bleached blonde hair.

-There you are!- she exclaims, hugging you a little too tight for your liking -I was worried sick! What happened?- she continues, looking genuinely worried. Something else you don't understand is added to the list. Great. She waits for a moment so you may answer, but when you open your mouth to tell her about your small Odyssey, she quickly interrupts you.

-Oh dear, I didn't tell Ji about the change, did I?-Now her expression is a mixture of surprise with a glint of fear. She hits her forehead with the palm of her hand and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you. Her office isn't so much different than the asain lady's, only messier, a lot messier. Boxes and papers can be found everywhere your eyes turn- there's big bookshelf full of unorganized books. You don't know if you'd like to know what they are.

-I'm sorry about the mess, I'm starting to unpack everything- she comments, moving quickly towards her reddish wooden desk, and when she's there, she picks up a couple of papers. She seems to be reading it at a fast pace. She frowns, turns around, picks up her glasses and continues reading. Tossing the papers aside once she's finished, or appears to be, and approaches you.

-Miss Brown, can I call you Charlie? I'm gonna call you Charlie. It's a pleasure to finally meet you- she says, grabbing your right hand, shaking it with ****- As you may already know, I'm Theresa O'Relly, and you're going to be my responsability for the entire duration of your stay- Responsible, huh? That makes you wonder what can actually happen here. But you choose to pay it not much attention.

-So, before we start with anything, are you pure?- she asks, not making much sense to you.

-Pardon me?- you ask back as a response, inquiring what she means by that.

-Virgin. Are you or not a virgin?- she states, as if what she said before totally made sense and you were the uncultural thing who doesn't know anything.