The story so far:
I sat staring at the screen, my heart racing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I squinted my eyes closed and then took another look. It was still there. I thought that it had to be some kind of a joke. A hoax perpetrated by Gary, the ultimate prankster. My so-called best friend. I decided that I'd call his bluff and clicked the link.
The link opened a window that was completely black except for the white text that simply read "Friday-noon. 6633 Main St. Downtown 13th Floor Rm. 666 Dress professional and be prepared to answer questions about both your previous work history and social life.
P.S. I know that you thought this was Gary, but trust me, Toby, I am not Gary."
A cold chill shot up my spine and I instinctively poured a glass of vodka. The glass was empty almost before it reached my lips. ****, if being unemployed wasn't depressing enough, my quickly increasing alcohol habit just kicks me further down. What the hell? I thought. What's the worst that could happen? If nothing else, I'd get my lazt **** out of the house for a few hours.
Friday morning rolled around and I put on the suit I had spent most of Thursday ironing. I adjusted my tie, **** I really hate these damn things. They never look straight on me and it takes half an hour to tie one. I hope the job doesn't require me to wear one daily.
The building at 6633 was one of the older skyscrapers in town. I looked at the directions on the paper I held one last time. This was the place, alright. I mused over the fact that the interview was on the 13th floor. I thought the superstitious built these things without a 13th floor. I entered the building and went straight to the elevator bank. Just my luck, there was one standing open. The odd thing was, there was a short little man standing there in a uniform like the one's in the old black and white movies.
"Oh, 13 please."
"Very well, sir."
The little man smiled and I noticed that not only was he missing teeth, but the teeth that were present were dark brown and rotted. The doors slid closed and up we went. The doors opened to a dimly lit hallway. Room 666 was at the end of the hall. I opened the door and glanced into the room. The room had thick, dark curtains covering the windows. The room itself smelled musty, like it had sat unused for years. There were stacks of old newspaper in one corner, a beat up desk in the middle of the floor that was buried under what appeared to be years of clutter.
There were two chairs in front of the desk. A head appeared from behind the stack of clutter on the desk. A balding man in his late-forties, early fifties stood and came from around the desk. He extended his hand and I reached out and shook it.
"Toby! Good of you to come. I'm Luke. Luke DeVille. Have a seat and let's get down to business. I have the opportunity of a lifetime for you. That is, if you want it."
I sat down to hear what the offer was. By this point, I was completely intrigued.