You straightened your shirt one last time and pushed on through the double doors and stepped into your future. This was where you'd work for the rest of your life (you fervently hoped, anyway!).
The room was high ceilinged, white, and spread wide in all directions, with little blocking sight. It was like a warehouse with gadgets piled everywhere. Workstations. Large machinery. Things that went 'Bzzzzt'. They had it all. And now they had you!
"Miss Lenton?" a voice said from your left.
You turned and saw a short guy with a clipboard who glanced up at you. Yeah, being a hair over six feet tall sometimes made people annoyed with you. You'd learned to not pick on people due to their height based deficiencies.
"Hmm? Oh, call me Mel, everyone does." you say, smiling widely.
The smile was not returned.
"Report to Miss Alonzo. Area fifteen." he said, waving over to a large selection of benches with a '15' label on a signpost.
"Okay." you say, but the man had already turned away and was poring over his clipboard.
Rude little man! Attempting to ignore the slight you headed off where he indicated. It was certainly an involved area. Glancing at the neighboring zones you did feel a little odd. Most places you'd seen were cordoned off, separating different labs. This was all under one roof with no boundaries. Odd. Still best see where you've been assigned.
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