[ WP ] You 've been unemployed for months and so you finally go for a job interview in the worst part of town . You climb down some stairs to where the interview takes place , now you see , it 's the devil - he 's quit and looking for a replacement , your desperate and it pays well ...

I'd been to some seedy parts of town in my time... but this? This took the cake. On my way here I'd witnessed five muggings, twelve drug deals, and two... two of something I do n't even know. The moon hanging in the sky shone with a dull, muted grey. Screams echoed around me as I stepped forwards into a dingy alleyway. Above me, a gleaming neon sign flickered on and off, periodically illuminating the beer bottles and empty syringes that littered the ground. `` H2H Corp,'' the sign read. I checked my phone for the third time, gripping it tight as I scrolled through Craigslist for the ad that brought me here in the first place. 
 
 `` Let's see... was it this one?... nope. This one? No, not that either.'' As I scrolled past increasingly shady job offers ( Assistant required for secret lab experiment! Good pay, no questions asked ), I began to wonder if I'd even come to the right place. 
 
 `` Not this, not this, not thi- Ah! There we go.'Well-paying managerial job, flexible hours. Enquire at location: H2H Corp, 66 Sixth Street, Hell's Other Kitchen.' `` I double-checked the location, switched my phone off, and stuffed it down my pocket. Turning my gaze away from my phone, I noticed a small red door below the H2H Corp sign. Written across it in caps were the words: NO ADMITTANCE TO NON H2H CORP EMPLOYEES. 
 
 The niggling sense of trepidation I felt when I entered this part of town suddenly skyrocketed and I began to reconsider the job offer. Surely no well paying job would have me come all the way *here*, now would it? But then again, based on the echoing emptiness of both my bank account and my fridge, I needed this job. So, I steeled myself, took a deep breath of the foul-smelling air, and pushed the door open. 
 
 My first impression was one of surprising cleanliness. Given the abysmal surroundings outside, I had expected H2H Corp to be a dirty, dimly-lit building with scurrying rats and other assorted creepy-crawlies. Instead, I found myself in a brightly lit lobby with what seemed to be elevator music tinkling away in the background. In the middle of the lobby was a pretty blonde receptionist seated behind a counter. The rest of the lobby was tastefully decorated with modern furniture, with the centrepiece being an expensive-looking water feature on the far wall. In the middle of the water feature were the letters `` H2H''. 
 
 `` Can I help you sir?'' The receptionist was wearing an expression of mild concern on her face. Apparently my look of slack-jawed amazement upon looking at the lobby was rather weird behaviour. `` Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm here for the job offer?'' The receptionist instantly readjusted her face into a welcoming smile. `` Of course sir. The director has been waiting for you. Right this way.'' I followed her as she walked briskly down a series of winding corridors, with her giving me directions whenever we came to a fork. `` Turn left this way sir,'' she said, and left I went. Five minutes later, we arrived at a set of double doors. `` Go right in sir,'' said the receptionist before promptly leaving, her high heels click-clacking on the marble floor. 
 
 Left on my own, I once again felt a feeling of foreboding, like something was n't quite right here. For one thing, I seemed to remember the floors being carpeted as I walked into the lobby. In fact, I distinctly remember thinking that the receptionist's high heels would make quite a racket if the floor *wasn't* carpeted, and that the first five minutes of our journey were rather awkward, given the lack of any sound. Wait, hold on. *First* five minutes? Did n't I just say that the trip took only five minutes? But I- I mean- I... Hmm. This was getting stranger by the minute. At that point, I wanted nothing more than to leave, but I had a feeling that if I turned back the way I came, I would never find my way back out. 
 
 I did n't have much of a choice on what to do next. As I reached slowly for the door handle, I swore I could feel heat radiating from it. I jerked my hand back instinctively, gradually working up the courage to touch the handle. Ice cold. Was I imagining things? Laughing shakily, I took a moment to focus on adjusting my tie, looking down and trying very hard to ignore the handle glowing like a red-hot poker. When I was finally done, I looked back up again, grasped the handle ( now once again cold brass ), and pulled. 
 
 The man sitting behind the desk was ordinary in almost every way. He wore a pin-striped black suit, tailor-made by the looks of it. Twirling a fountain pen between his fingers expertly, he flung it a meter into the air and caught it like it was no big deal. He looked like a typical CEO of a large company in every respect, down to the maddening look of superiority in his eyes, except for one tiny little detail. He was on fire. 
 
 
 > Got ta TBC for now. Besides, I think I wrote a bit too much to start with...
