Meeting the Director
The Director's office is roughly the size of a small airport. You shuffle across the carpet, still clutching your clipboard, as she steeples her fingers and studies you like a particularly suspicious sandwich.
'Intern,' she says slowly, 'somehow you've foiled three plots before lunch.' She slides a folder across the desk. 'I have an assignment that requires your... unique talents.' You wonder if 'unique talents' means stapling.