WRONG MEETING
Tony turned another beige corner. Three days and he was still pretty much lost as soon as he left his cubicle. He found himself in a semi-familiar hallway lined with small conference rooms. He walked slowly down the hall, reading each nameplate outside each office. Abbadon. Bael. Cayum. Deumos. Eurynome.
"Who the hell named these rooms?" Tony muttered to himself. He finally read the nameplate he was looking for - Leviathan. He looked down to the meeting request he had printed off to make sure, saw the word Leviathan listed as the location, shrugged his shoulders, and pushed the door open.
There, lying on the spacious faux-wood conference table in the center of the room was a mostly naked woman. In the dim light, it was hard to make out, but he thought it might have been Lucinda from Accounts Receivable. The gauzy fabric that barely covered her left Tony momentarily stunned. It took him a second to notice the hooded figures ringing the room's other three walls. In fact, he was oblivious to anything but the half-naked woman that may have been Lucinda from Accounts Receivable until one of the hooded figures stepped forward, brandishing an ornate knife.
Tony jumped back toward the door. "Wrong meeting! Definitely the wrong meeting! So sorry, I'm just a temp so, you know, no need to kill me or anything..."
The hooded figure with the knife reached up with his free hand and pushed back his hood to reveal the smiling, doughy face of Doug, Tony's direct supervisor. "Tony, Tony, calm down, bud. You're in the right place. This is the monthly projections meeting. Jeez, man, when you said you didn't have a lot of corporate experience, I thought you were exaggerating." He let out a laugh and shook his head. "Anyway, Mike's got your robe. Put it on, take this knife, cut out Lucinda's heart as a tribute to the unholy patron that keeps us rich and prosperous, and let's hit Famous Dave's for lunch!" Doug looked around the room. "I'm buying!"