Jonas entered through the office door. Behind a beautiful mahogany desk sat an energetic man, over fifty years old but not too worn down by age. Next to him, with his back turned, was another man with short, fine black hair. He was turned towards the window.
"Sit down, Jonas. You allow me to call you that, right? I am Mr. Barrison, the CEO of this company." Barrison began to say…
"What do you want from me, Mr. Barrison? If you plan to breach the contract and not pay me, I warn you that…" Jonas began to say defensively.
"Don't worry, Jonas, it's nothing like that; I just need you to tell me everything that happened since you logged into the system."
"Mr. Barrison, I'm sorry I can't be of much help to you. I know I did some kind of tutorial or test, but I can't remember or reconstruct anything that happened before we got to the beach." Jonas tried to remember, but he didn't really remember it was as if all that had been erased from his memory.
