Try opening the door

After a few minutes passed in absolute silence and a growing sense of boredom, I decided to try the door. There was no knob, only a button set into the wall next to the door. I pressed it and the whole door slid into the wall like something out of a science fiction movie. Very posh, for a closet.

As the door opened, I realized that my little room was part of some much larger office. A corner office, I noted, with impressive views of the whole city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun was up but not visible from my position. I had no idea what direction these windows faced, so I had no idea what time it was. Or even what day it was, for that matter... or what building I was in. I realized the city I was looking at was not one I recognized. It was a massive city, sprawling in all directions with more skyscrapers than I could count.

Had I been shipped somewhere?

Some part of my brain wanted to begin panicking, but I reminded myself that they'd never have left the black collar on my neck if I was in trouble. I was a ****. Property. This was to be expected, I told myself. As long as I remembered that my fate was out of my hands, I could avoid emotional distress. No sense concerning myself with things I can't control. It took a few breaths to calm myself down, but after working through my own arguments again I did feel much better.

"Okay. But... where am I?" I looked over at the sturdy wooden desk. There would certainly be information in or on it. There was a computer. I was bound to learn more about my situation if I looked through that desk, but I resisted the urge. That was not my desk. I had no idea whose desk that was, or what kind of psycho they might be. I didn't want to get myself into trouble for something as trivial as the satisfaction of my curiosity.

I scanned more of the room, and noticed a slender Asian woman standing at the wall beside the closed door, watching me. She was dressed in a white top that covered so little of her body that I wondered why she bothered to wear anything at all. The thing was little more than mid-bicep sleeves with a few thin straps of fabric joining them across her torso. Her nipples, while technically covered by the garment, were plainly visible through it. There was nothing to it beneath the breasts. Besides that, she wore a tiny microskirt thing of some stretchy material that utterly failed to contain her tight athletic ass. It was like a large rubber band around her hips. She also wore a pair of very high heels and a pair of black rim glasses that added a secretary or librarian vibe to her general appearance. She held a number of file folders in her hands.

"Tokyo." She said simply, then added with a soft sigh of irritation. "You are awake early." Her voice was clearly accented, and with the knowledge of my location it was easy to identify the accent as Japanese. She didn't move so much as an inch but I noted that her eyes wandered down my body as she regarded me, pausing briefly on my generous chest.

The woman wore no colored indicator of any kind; I had no idea what to make of her. She seemed to be some kind of secretary, and it was plain to look at her that she was no more a person than I was, so this likely wasn't some kind of undercover boss trap. I knew that the company had corporate offices all over the world, including Tokyo, but why would I have been sent here? I didn't understand, and I tried to remind myself that I didn't need to, but I couldn't help but wonder.

"My name is Danielle." I said, hoping to maybe make a friend. "What—"

"Your name is cunt until you finish training." she replied sharply, but then relented, her tone softening. "My name is..." she paused a moment as if deeply humiliated. "Cookie."

"Cookie. For real?"

She stiffened. "Boss named me Cookie. I must use it."

Danielle considered asking what her name used to be, but dropped it. There really would be no point, anyway. "So who is this Boss? I heard something about the CEO when they were testing—"

"Shhh!" Cookie hissed. "Boss is coming. Stop talking." She stood up straighter and held her folders atop both upturned hands as if she were a literal shelf, unmoving, by the door. I had maybe two seconds' warning and then the door swung open, with me still standing naked in the middle of the room.