Teri Tuck

“Teri Tuck.”

She nods. You look the part, a conservative suit, sensible flats, and short brown hair, . Of course like my most of your accounting classmates you know how to let loose and party.

“Of course. Your name tag is over there. They’ll be a short mandatory video. Then you can head up to twenty one to meet William.”

You grab the name tag and she motions for you to take a seat. The video describing The Company and it’s mission statement begins playing. You expect it to be dry and boring, however, you can’t seem to take your eyes off of it. By the time it’s done you are psyched to get started.

You hop on the elevator and hit twenty one. The elevator begins to rise. It dings at six and you swear you hear screaming. You are alone on the elevator and you wonder if you should get off and investigate.