[ WP ] Upon landing a new job at a local pizza joint , you discover that the restaurant is actually a cover for a secret cult ...

I would consider myself a nomad. I do not belong anywhere. I have travelled quite a bit around the world. I like this lifestyle. 
 
 It has been never my interest to make a lot of friends. Since I left home 10 years ago, I have not spoken to my family either. There are not many who know me and there is no one who is close to me. 
 
 I do odd Jobs to get by. Whatever I feel like being in the new town I am in. I have a few skills that I can monetise. I can teach calculus or I can do carpentry. 
 
 I had just moved to the middle of a busy city. I knew I had to find a job immediately after arriving. So I went around looking for one. 
 
 The word on the street was that a local pizza joint was hiring. Apparently it had been around for only an year and it was doing well. I thought of checking it out. 
 
 I have worked in the restaurant industry previously. Waiting tables is not the worst thing I have done for a living. But I hate working for restaurants that make bad food. I wanted to make sure the pizzas were at least decent before I started working there. 
 
 My plan was to first visit this place as a customer. So I entered New Italian Pizzas 
 building. The place was definitely bigger than I was expecting. It had about fifty tables. And it was pretty crowded too. From my past experience, I knew the restaurant was understaffed. They had 4 pizzas on the menu. That's it. 
 
 I waited 15 minutes before someone showed up at my table. I was going to place an order but before I could do that, the man said, `` so you want to apply for a Job here, huh?'' 
 
 I did not know what to say as I was not expecting that. 
 
 The man continued, `` I am Harry and I am the manager here. You are hired. You look confused now, but you will understand soon. You can start tomorrow. And here is the Margherita you wanted to order.'' 
 
 I did not question the man. I was curious to see what would happen next. I just ate the pizza and left the building. It was delicious. 
 
 The job was mundane as I had expected. They seemed to have recurring customers. Mostly office workers from around the area. Restaurant operated only in the afternoon. 
 
 I spent the next couple of weeks working over there. I did whatever I was assigned to do pretty well. I was content. The pay was decent too. 
 
 Then the moment arrived when Jeff asked me to stay back at the restaurant after work. I did. 
 
 Once our last customer left, I closed the door behind him. People stacked tables and chairs to the side. Everyone sat on the ground. All 25 employees. I did too. 
 
 Then everyone started chanting. Some strange syllables I had never heard of. But I already seemed to know the chant and I was singing along. We all got on our feets and started dancing too. I knew the steps already. I could not believe what I was going through. 
 
 The feeling was quite overwhelming. I felt as if I was everyone and everyone was me. The boundaries of me and them started fading. I was becoming them and they were becoming me. 
 
 This lasted 5 hours and everyone left. I did not speak to anyone else. I knew somehow that it was an experience that was not to be ever spoken about. It had never happened, if someone asked me. 
 
 This happened for almost a couple of months. Same routine. Last customer leaves, we chant and we dance. It was beyond logic. It was pretty magical when it happened, absurd when you thought about it later. When we did what we did, we were many and one at the same time. Our minds were merging into one another. 
 
 Slowly but surely my conscience started expanding into other people. Beyond those who I was working with. I could walk on the road and sense what everyone was thinking. I had somehow become tuned to receive thought signals from others. It was as if I was on an acid trip the whole while. 
 
 At some point of time I left the city again. This time not I was not alone. A couple of co workers left with me. We moved to a new city to start a new chapter of the new Italian Pizza Joint. There were others capable of living as we did and this lifestyle had to spread.
