Of Course

You are so excited to have the job, you barely manage to keep from sprinting to the elevator.

In moments you are on the third floor. You exit. A woman wearing all black greets you there.

“Jessica?”

“Yes, that’s me!”

She examines you.

“You still human?”

The question confuses you. “Um, yes?”

“You don’t sound sure. You sure you’re human?”

“Yes.”

“Well, in that case I’m Emily.”

“What do you mean, still human?”

Emily snickers. “This place is so fucked up. It’s run by demons. Pay is great though and mostly they leave us alone. I guess mailroom jockeys aren’t important enough to merit attention. Just be careful. If one of them notices you they might promote you. We had this intern, Jules. She was this sweet girl. Now she’s some kind of oversexed, evil, executive assistant.”

You manage to not answer her sarcastically. You really aren’t scared of getting noticed and promoted.

“So what do I do?”

“Pretty simple, really. You deliver documents and packages. Most everything is done by e-mail, so it’s just the two of us. Your first delivery is here. Take it to...”