The Interview
Sarah Chen straightened her blazer and checked her reflection in the glass door one final time. At twenty-eight, she was already making waves in investigative journalism, known for her sharp intellect and unwavering ethics. Her modest B-cup breasts sat professionally beneath her conservative blouse, and her sleek black hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. Today's interview at Metropolitan Weekly could be the career breakthrough she'd been working toward. The office building looked respectable enough from the outside, though she noticed the elevator seemed to stick between floors. When the doors finally opened on the seventh floor, Sarah stepped into a reception area that immediately felt... off. The lighting was dimmer than she'd expected, with an oddly warm, almost amber glow. Framed covers lined the walls, but from this distance she couldn't quite make out the headlines. "You must be Sarah!" A voice called out from behind the reception desk. The woman ...