Yes, you need to get to the bottom of this.

You slowly approach the doorway the chatter is coming from, as you get closer you hear louder sounds of laughter and causal conversation.

Reaching the slightly ajar door, you read the golden plaque attached to it, it reads “break room.” “Oh...” you think to yourself. Of course, that makes sense. Everyone must just be chatting before they start work for the day. You feel slightly silly for thinking it could be something more mysterious.

Before you enter, you peek inside the ajar gap in the door. What you see stops you in your tracks. You can’t believe it, everyone inside... Absolutely everyone looks exactly like the receptionist you just met.

They’re all middle aged women, wearing tight, slutty clothing, with their massive, veiny breasts almost falling out of their low cut tops. Not to mention their awful gaudy makeup, long eyelashes, bright eyeshadow and enough lipstick to leave a mark the size of your forehead.

Then, it hits you. That scent. That perfume. Every. Single. One. Is wearing it. If you thought the smell was strong before, you were kidding yourself. You physically jolt back.

You step backwards slowly towards your desk. As you sit down at it, you try to rationalise what you just witnessed. You couldn’t for the life of you figure it out. So, eventually, you just set yourself up on your PC and did what “work” you could.