[ WP ] After a bizarrely grueling interview process , you 've finally been hired at the local shop ... on your first day you find out the real reason for the screening .

Thanks /u/Arch15 and /u/Nate_Parker for this chance to revive one of my very old story ideas. < 3 
 
 Do n't worry, this job is perfect for you. 
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 James walked through the double glass doors guarding the entrance to the wide open lobby. The size of the lobby still surprised him. The ceiling seemed to rise over 6 floors before deciding to stop. The width of the room seemed to compensate for that, to create a perfectly square box inside the main entrance. On the outside, it just looked like an ordinary skyscraper, albeit a little wide, but in the lobby alone, there was really no reason for it to be this big. 
 
 The first time he'd entered, he just stood there, mouth agape for over ten minutes. James still was n't used to it, but he did n't have time to waste. This was his first day after all. He saw the reception desk on the far side of the room, against the back wall which was standing out against the others due to the fact it was the only one not made of glass. The floor seemed freshly waxed, not enough to be slippery, but enough to see his reflection in the white stone below. 
 
 James strode over to the reception desk. Looking around, he noticed the odd person here and there, going from the door to the elevators behind the small reception desk or vice versa. Nobody seemed to stick around. He made his way to the desk, the long walk from the entrance feeling to him like it took forever to cross. 
 
 Behind the desk there was a man, early twenties, dressed unprofessionally in jeans and a short sleeved shirt on, the words `` Federal Breast Inspector'' written on it. He was leaning back in his chair, legs crossed and leaning on the table, a game controller in hand, eyes fixed on the tv hidden below the desk. James cleared his throat. The man took no notice of him. 
 
 `` Uhh, excuse me...'' James said to the man, interrupted by his quick reply. 
 
 `` Just take the elevator where you need to go, dude.'' the man did n't even look up from his game, continuing to play without a second thought. 
 
 `` Well, I'm new here.'' James looked expectantly at the man. It worked. The man paused his game, sitting up by moving his legs off the table, and looked over at James. 
 
 `` So, what are you?'' the man asked, sounding bored and a little annoyed that he had been disturbed. 
 
 `` Uhh, well I had the interview for the admin job yesterday with Mr. Walker. Today's my first day.'' 
 
 `` Right. I was told to show you up when you got here. Bit early, is n't it?'' James pulled his phone out of his pocket, the time 11:40 printed on the screen. 
 
 `` I guess. I was told to be here at 12.'' The man shrugged as he stood and jumped over the reception desk. 
 
 `` Honestly, I figured you'd be here at two or three. Hell, the only reason I'm here so early is because I'm trying to get in Mr. Walkers good graces so I can get my new permit. I was supposed to be here at 8, but that's way too early, so I just decided to start working at eleven.'' 
 
 James was quite surprised at this guys cavalier attitude. He remembered back to the interview, where he'd had to do rigorous physical tests, such as agility and firearm ability, as well as the mental training tests and psychological exams. He'd never understood why a simple admin job needed training like that, but when he stared at the man standing there, waiting for the elevator to arrive, his attitude completely unprofessional and almost immature, he'd wondered how anyone like that had managed to get a job here. 
 
 The elevator doors opened, and the ride to the top floor was mostly uneventful. James had learned the man was named Alex, and that most of his work involved sitting behind a desk shooting Zombies. 
 
 `` I mean, I do get to go and hunt a vampire or two sometimes, which is awesome, those bloodsuckers really deserve it sometimes, but I usually prefer just sitting back and relaxing, you know?'' Alex looked over at James with a grin on his face, before it vanishes from his face. `` Oh god, I hope I did n't offend you or anything?'' James just shook his head, unsure of what really to be offended by. 
 
 The elevator came to rest on the final floor, and the doors opened, James breathing a sigh of relief as he stepped out. Alex pointed out the way to Mr. Walkers office, then closed the elevator doors, probably eager to get back behind his desk and shoot more Zombies. 
 
 James made his way to the office, nervousness flooding over him as he knocked quietly. He doubted anyone had heard the first knock, when a voice was heard behind him. 
 
 `` Ah James, you're here.'' James turned around to see the impeccably well dressed Mr. Walker standing behind him, the image of the perfect businessman ready for a last minute TPS report emergency. James then started to wonder if there even was TPS report emergencies. Or what a TPS report even was. He tried to stand as straight as he could, feeling like any single sign of slouching was a reason for termination with his new boss. 
 
 `` Welcome to The Foundation.''
