She entered the room. He couldn't see her very well but as she got closer he saw the dress. A very beautiful dress. Very weird for the sterile room they were in.

she got close to the table, her hands entering the light. He saw the finger joints...doll-like, like a prosthetic hand styled like a toy puppet. It was uncanny but yet beautifully delicate and smooth looking.

"I have one question, and one question only."

He wondered what she wanted. Company credit card details, passwords, logins?

"Who is the CEO?"

He froze. That had become a closly guarded secret of the corporation after the string of strange deaths of various oil execs across the world.

"Who is the CEO?" She asked again, in the same calming tone of voice. Though it sounded calming, it didnt make him less tense.

"Are you ok?" She asked, head cocking to one side. "I can get you some tea if you are thirsty."

His mind spun with ideas. Was this a test of his loyalty? He wondered if this was the company testing him. He worried for his life.

"You do know they don't care about you or your loyalty."

How did she know?

"Tell me the name, and I will make sure you remain unharmed."

He thought carefully. If they truely meant to give him protection then he could finally be free.

He spoke the name.
He swore she smiled in the darkness beyond the dim lamp.

"Thank you. You may stay or leave, it is up to you. If you need anything, simply ask."

She bowed, and left the room.