Business

"I'm a business major," you say warily. "Why?"

"Oh, no reason, I'm just curious. Isn't it kinda stressful? I mean, if you're gonna be running a business, you're gonna have a lot of responsibility, right? Are you sure you're ready to handle that?"

Her smile is so big it's straining at the corners of her mouth. You try to respond but somehow the words don't make it out of your mouth.

"Hey, why don't I do you a favor? You're probably worried about getting a job once you graduate, right? Let me help you out with that. You won't have to worry about it. Doesn't that sound great?"

She moves her hand over to the watch on her wrist, and lays two fingers across its face. Your vision starts to go black. You feel your body begin to fall to the floor.

"You won't have to worry about a thing."