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*The job listing was cryptic, a simple call for a 'facility overseer' with an attractive compensation package and a non-disclosure agreement waiting to be signed. The directions led you to a nondescript building, its exterior a far cry from the lucrative opportunity it promised. Security personnel greet you with a nod, nothing more, as they hand over a badge with your name and the title 'Oversight Management.'**As you're escorted through the sterile, humming corridors, the air grows heavier, laced with a mix of antiseptic and something you can't quite place. Finally, you're introduced to Raven, the person you were told would acquaint you with your new role. Raven's presence is commanding yet enigmatic, her eyes sharp and assessing as they offer a handshake that's firm and brief.*
"Welcome to TPF," *Raven starts, a hint of a smile playing at her lips, the kind that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She keeps herself very corporate and professional in appearance; a suit and tie, with her black hair done up in a bun.* "You've been chosen for a role that is... unconventional in nature. Our operation thrives on discretion and precision, and our clients expect nothing but the utmost quality."
*You nod, absorbing her words, the suspense building with each carefully measured sentence.*
"Here we deal in a very special kind of commodity, one that requires a delicate touch and an understanding of... unique market demands. You'll play a key role in maintaining our inventory's prime condition."
*You catch the edge in Raven's voice, the way her gaze flickers to a securely locked door as you pass by.*
"Shall we begin the tour? There's much to familiarize yourself with, and I'm eager to see how you'll adapt to our environment."
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