You take a deep breath and walk inside. The place is rather clean, the floor made with grey tiles that shine, the walls are white and there are numerous lamps hanging in the ceiling.
Behind a desk sits a secretary. She has her brown hair tightened in a bun, sits with her feet on top of the desk, leaning backwards and talks in the phone, her skin revealing that she has gone sunbathing. She is wearing a white shirt and a grey skirt. As she finishes in the phone, she puts down her feet and looks upon you.
"Yes, what may I help you with?" She says with a helpful voice, smiling a smile with teeth that most secretaries learn today.
"I am here for the job testing." You say, looking at the womans blue eyes.
"Ah," She says and takes out a form:
"You might fill out this. What testing are you looking for?"
"There are more?" You say curiously.
"Yes, there are some dealing with shrinking, one dealing with technological breakthrough, like virtual reality, then there is the sunscreen testers and the metahuman facility. Where do you want to go?"
