"I will?" I said apprehensively. "How many other people will I be meeting?"
Anne turned to me and smiled, "There's nothing to be so nervous about, Conrad," she said reassuringly, "They're all about your age, if that makes you feel any better." She turned around and began moving towards a pair of double doors at the far end of the room. "Lab 154 has its own personal break room, we like to review data and itinerary in the mornings. Come."
Still nervous but all too eager to stare at the swaying backside of my buxom boss, I eagerly began after her, taking note of the odd equipment scattered on each table as I passed by. Or the curious fact that none of the lab chairs had armrests, even though some had clearly arrived with them attached and looked to have had them removed.
Moving through the double doors, we entered another long corridor. Gosh, how big was this place? Was all of this just Lab 154? Coming to another set of double doors, Dr. Tarpinian looked over her shoulder and smiled. She was panting but only lightly and her face was light with perspiration.
"So are you ready to meet your colleagues, Conrad?" And without waiting for an answer, she pushed both doors wide open and gestured me through.
I gulped, smiled and strode as confidently as I could through the doorway.
The room was... cozy looking, I guess. It was fairly spacious, with a row of windows taking up the entirety of the far wall and a few bulletin boards occupying the walls adjacent. Someone had thought to lay a vastly undersized shag carpet across the middle of the hard-tiled floor, and on that rug was a sturdy metal table. A table covered in pastries.
There were bear claws, large slices of cake, cupcakes, pies, and all of it looked to be topped with a very thick icing or some sort of custard or... no. It was Substance 7. All of the break room snacks appears to be liberally smeared with, dipped in or drenched by the whitish goop I was expected to eat. Maybe this was how my other colleagues got accustomed to it?
Speaking of my other colleagues, with all the new sights and sounds and smells (especially smells) I was quickly being introduced to, they were almost easy to miss. Of course, they were all seated right there at the table and, with more than a second to drink them in, I didn't see how ANY of them could be hard to miss. Seated at the table before me, chowing down on the Substance-soaked confections on the table, were...
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