"The Role Exchanger?" Liz quirked an eyebrow. She slowly lowered the paper, shooting looks at her two compatriots at the table.
"It sounds ludicrous to me too. But Jonathan sounded dead serious." Emma snorted into her cup. "I haven't seen him so terrified since he got caught cheating with the babysitter. Maybe he got his wang stolen away? Would serve that creep right."
Natalie and Liz had been worried when they received the sudden summon into Emma's office. Receiving a call from the next rung up the corporate was never a good thing. No one liked Jonathan, personally or professionally, and the two women had braced themselves for yet another inane mandate to be dumped on their already aching shoulders.
This, however, neither could have ever foreseen. Some... phenomenon that swapped body parts, personalities, genders, memories, talents, lives? Natalie was sure she had read of such in some obscure smut.
"Oookay." Natalie's confusion gave way to a smirk. "Lets say this is all real. What are we even supposed to do? Is this a virus? Should we put the masks back on?"
"It doesn't seem to be sickness, at least according the creep." Emma said. "He didn't tell us what we should do. Just that we should 'keep a lookout.'"
A short pause, the sort that comes just before the punchline of a joke. It was broken by the screeching of the chair and the clicking of Liz's shoes.
"I should get back to my station. If I grow an extra head, I will make sure to log it."
Little did the three know was that this would be anything but a joke soon enough. The question was, where was the Role Exchanger going to strike first?
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