"Alright Iris, this is your meeting, what did you want to go through?" asked Bella, with that air of authority which she always spoke with.
Iris looked dumbfounded. "Huh? I didn't set this up, Dylan did," she responded, quite confused about what this meeting was about to begin with, and most of all why she had been invited. She was friendly with Dylan, but he worked in a totally different team to her.
Between the four of them, it quickly became clear that everyone's calendar showed that a different one of them had set up the meeting, all with different titles, but with the same attendees in the same room, at the same time.
"Weird, some kind of calendar glitch?" suggested Dylan, "it's been a bit buggy lately." They were all a bit relieved, it was a busy Friday and although this was only a thirty-minute meeting, it was good to have the time back. He grabbed his laptop and stood to leave, dressed much more formally today than usual, with a full navy suit and tie and his brown mop of hair combed and slicked back. Clearly he had something important to attend.
Jennfier beat him to the door, "Me too, good to see you all anyway!" She had a reputation for both her efficiency and charm, walking the office with a certain star-quality that seemed destined for a string of promotions to leadership despite being quite new to the company. Jennifer knew everyone, and she dressed the part, with short white heels, dark tights, a taut grey skirt and white blouse. She even colour-coordinated her glasses to her daily outfit, today a thin black-metal set with round frames. As she reached the door and tugged it, she found it wouldn't give. It was stuck in place, even after Dylan joined her to give it a few tugs of his own.
"Ugh, I left my phone downstairs, can someone call security?" urged Bella, flicking to the front page of her notes to retrieve the number from her list of useful contacts. The worn leather notebook accompanied her everywhere, stuffed with papers every bit as dishevelled as she was with her unkempt dark hair and ill-fitting expensive monochrome dress. She had clearly lost weight since she had first bought it, slight, short but somehow still intimidating.
"I haven't got any signal," answered Iris, "on my phone or my laptop." Whilst she worked in a different team to the rest of them, she knew them well, one of the few finance admins that people actually liked. Popular due to her cheeriness and the deceivingly saccharine bright blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, a profound beauty she weaponised as needed to get people to come clean when the numbers didn't add up.
The others checked too, they had no reception in this room at all. Everyone hated this room because unlike every other meeting space it was converted from unused storage space, only accessible from the fourteenth floor from a staircase, and so rarely used due to its inconvenience. It had nice large windows, and was newly refurbished with wood-panelling but it was everyone's last choice. Still, they had all been in here before, there were never signal issues previously.
Jennifer knew security didn't have cameras monitoring meeting rooms, so there was no hope of alerting them that way. Of course, Nefarium's cameras were hidden all around the room, recording and broadcasting the group's perfectly crafted plight for their ever-exclusive audience.
The large monitor on the wall lit up unprompted and displayed the meeting objective at the top of the screen: 'Discuss the available roles, agree and carry out the related activities.' The light drew their attention, but only increased their confusion. A meeting agenda appeared beneath it:
- Discuss roles
- Agree and assign
- Role preparation
- Carry out activities
>>> Role 1a
>>> Role 2
>>> Role 1b
>>> Role 3
- Any other business
- End meeting
"Is this a slide from another meeting?" Dylan enquired, opening the panel in the table and finding none of the cables plugged into anything. At the bottom of the agenda on-screen, their names were listed as attendees, with the meeting room and time. This was clearly intended for them.
The slide changed, with the agenda now on the right of the screen and three boxes on the left labelled 'Role 1', 'Role 2' and 'Role 3' each with an icon beside it.
Role 1 showed an icon of a woman on her knees, and had two activities listed alongside it: 'a) fellatio, with facial' and 'b) fellatio, swallowed semen'.
Role 2 was accompanied by an icon of a woman with her legs spread open, the activity next to it was described as 'sex until dual-climax'.
Role 3 had an icon beside it of a woman bent over presenting her ass and one activity: 'receive anal sex cream pie'. Beneath everything was a disclaimer in red text, stating 'All clothes must be removed to begin'.
The lewdness of the content caught them all off-guard, stunned into silence. Eventually Bella gave a small laugh, asking, "Dylan, what is this?"
"I don't get it. Is this a joke?" He said, scratching his neck nervously, "Why would someone set a meeting about this? Why would you think I'd set a meeting like this about myself?"
Bella looked unconvinced.
