To the elevators!

Onwards and upwards! The elevator's choice of muzak seems a little odd: I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire by The Ink Spots. When the door opens you find yourself in a small waiting room, with a heavy set of wooden double doors opposite. Before you can sit down the doors creak open with a rumbling roar. You enter. A high backed office chair behind a massive mahogany desk faces away from you.

"Come in."

You recognise that voice. Vespa!

"Greetings," she says.

She swivels around. Almost. The chair is so heavy she only turns part of the way, revealing half of her face in profile. You hear her feet paddling against the floor and watch her finish swivelling the rest of the way.

"Mr Dale Parsons?"

"Indeed. Ms Vespa, I presume?"

She welcomes you to your interview. You haven't got the job yet. You're applying to be part of her legal counsel to assist her with confidential business. To that end, she gets you to sign a non-disclosure agreement before proceeding. What she is about to say, you must never repeat to any mortal soul.