Yes.

Fuck it, you think, and walk in. It seems to be even bigger from the inside. You look around, noticing how fancy the place is. It has quite a minimalistic style to it, with a black and white pattern. Most people dress in expensive-looking suits, almost comically so. You feel extremely out of place as you step into the hall; you can feel the stares and the judgement. You're used to it, since people have been judging you since you can remember. You learned not to care about them.

You approach the man on the reception desk, letting half of a smile appear in your face.

"Hey, I'm here to meet someone" You say, unconfortable as the words leave your mouth; you sounded too naive for your own liking.

"Your name, Sir?" The man asks, looking up. His voice sounds calm and collected, like everyone's in this place.

"John. John Doe" You answer, trying to remain calm.

"Oh, that's right, you are the new guy. The boss is waiting for you" The man says, smirking maliciously. This act sends chills through your entire body. "His office is on the second floor" He affirms, and you nod softly.

"Ok, thank you" You say. You can feel his glare following you as you walk, and try to ignore it. You wonder why everyone related to this place acts so peculiar.

You get on the elevator and press the button to the second floor. When it gets there, you get out and walk through the corridors, until you find his office. You stand infront of the door, apprehensive.