Of course you do!

Even on a rainy day like today, the New York City skyline never failed to instill a sensation of awe in those who were visiting. The sight of those massive skyscrapers set the mood for the day; you knew BIG things were going to happen. Mr. Goodfellow as skimpy on the details, but you had enough common sense to figure that it must be important. The snailcrawl traffic gave you plenty of time for your imagination to muse on what exactly the meeting may entail. Would it be something lame like a medal? No, it had to be something grander. Maybe the Initiative would pay you an outrageous sum of money for a sperm sample or testing.

You were so preoccupied with daydreaming that you almost missed the nearest parking spot. Looking at your GPS, you groaned as you realized you would still have to travel several blocks by foot just to reach the office building. A government-assigned, critical, life-changing mission wouldn't change the fact that it was always a pain in the ass to commute in NYC. When you did approach the building, however, it was unmistakable. Fresh and new, the architecture possessed a sleekness lacking in the surrounding buildings, and the blank white color made it feel a world removed. There was no sign, nor was there a need for one. There was a surreal gravitation that sucked you inside, as if it were calling to you.

The ground level floor was nothing out of the ordinary. There was some modest furniture, the obligatory American flag, and a standard reception desk. The receptionist was a cute young woman in a white blouse and rectangular glasses. Her brunette hair was neatly tied in a bun, and she flashed you the compulsory smile that her job demanded.

"Good day, sir. How may I help you?" She uttered politely with a chipper voice, which did much to mask the monotony of asking the same question a hundred different times.

"Uh hi," you responded with appropriate cordiality. "I'm here with an appointment to see Mr. Goodfellow. My name's John Doe."

Her eyes widened in understanding, a genuine interest in the interaction replacing the earlier facade. "Oh, I see. That's wonderful! It's been a little while since we last were able to find anyone worth recruiting. No one since I joined at any rate." The receptionist realized she was rambling at this point. "Mr. Goodfellow is on the top floor. He's already expecting you."