We rode the elevator silently up another four stories. My manager never once spoke to me and was impossible to read – not that I tried too hard, afraid of what I’d find. The moment the elevator doors opened however I knew I was in an entirely different world. Gone were the lifeless narrow corridors: the elevator opened into a wide passage lined with dark wood paneling that had the company name "Hamilton" in bold letters across the wall. The wide entryway led toward a reception desk in the opening of a large open room. Office doors lined the walls and two large glass-encased conference rooms on either corner of the large area. There was a rich old world sense about everything, dark woods and gold accents mixing with modern lighting and artwork.

“Mr. Hamilton is expecting us,” my boss said to the lady at the desk, who nodded and picked up a phone as we passed.

I stumbled at her words, my legs suddenly refusing to work. Why are we in the corporate section of the building? I'd never read up on the company; it was a temp job, meant to be only a short-term employment gig, but I knew this wasn’t any kind of business floor. It has a Donald Trump feel, more a reception area than an office. There was no way however that they'd send me here if they knew what I'd done.

Confusion and trepidation continued to climb as I followed behind my supervisor at a cautious distance. She headed toward one of the offices and knocked before poking her head inside. “Mr. Hamilton will see you now,” she said, motioning for me to go enter.

I stood there, staring mutely at my manager for a moment, then slowly moved toward the door. I gave her one last confused glance as I walked through, then came to a halt inside as renewed horror washed over me. Oh no, no no no…

“Thank you Agatha, that will be all for now.”

Nodding once, my supervisor pulled the door beside me closed as I stood, aghast, inside the large office. My mouth worked soundlessly as I stared at the familiar figure sitting behind the desk. My eyes fell to the name plate on the desk. “Jeremiah Hamilton,” I said, body numb with shock.