part time job

Emily finished her morning classes and headed towards a kiosk that had job listings. She needed a part-time job for some spending money. As she browsed the listings for tutors, baristas, etc, she saw one that caught her eye:

Wanted: Students to take part in psychology experiments. $20 per hour. Monday and Wednesday nights 7 pm - 8 pm. See Dr. Shwartz Holliman 321 1-2 pm Mon-Fri.

"Hmm, that sounds interesting," said Emily as she looked around. Assured no one was looking, she ripped down the flier, so no one else could see it. She checked her phone. It was 12:20 pm. She went and grabbed a salad and a bottle of flavored water at the cafe and surfed the net on her phone until it was just before 1:00. She then went to the Holliman building and up to room 321. The door was ajar. She knocked on the door and peeked in.

"Oh, come on in," said Dr. Shwartz. He was a short balding man with a bushy mustache. He wore a wrinkled gray herringbone suit and a green bow tie. He stood up and motioned to a chair in front of his desk. "Since I don't recognize you from my classes, I assume you are hear about the job."

"Yes, sir," said Emily as she took a seat. "I'm Emily. So, what are the experiments?"

"Oh, we are just working on some studies about subliminal messaging and advertising, you see, just trying to show if they work or not, so you'll basically be looking at videos and images for an hour each night. Sound interesting?"

_Not really, _thought Emily, but it did sound like an easy $20 an hour. "Sure, sounds fun."

"Good, you're the first student to come by. We start tonight. Can you make it?"

"Of course," said Emily.

"Good, fill out this paperwork and bring it tonight. Meet us in lab 344b."

Emily looked over the papers. It was typical stuff about W2 forms and agreeing to university policy and procedures. She got up and shook hands with Dr. Shwartz.

Later that evening, Emily showed up to the lab. Dr. Shwartz was there with two other people who looked like students.

"Emily is it?" said Dr Shwartz

"Yes, sir."

"Come on in," he said. "These are my graduate assistants. Phil Dunlap and Roma Bertelli."

Phil was a wiry boy with ill fitting jeans and a white button down shirt and messy blonde hair. He nodded and said nothing. Roma was a tall brunette bombshell in a tight black skirt and bright red blouse open enough to show some cleavage. Her thick, wavy dark brown hair was loose around her shoulders. She sized up Emily and gave a strange grin. "Glad you could come. No one else signed up."

"Oh, wonder why," said Emily thinking about how she had ripped down the flier.

"Let's begin," said Dr. Shwartz. "Phil and Roma have made some videos in which they have inserted subliminal messages or images and some videos that have none. You will watch the videos and answer questions about them. Then they made audio tapes, some with subliminal messages, some without. You will take these with you and listen to them before you go to bed. Sound good?"

"Sure," said Emily cheerfully.