Aimee pushed her lips and her nose wrinkled in thought. "I'll postpone a final decision for now." She said, "I'll give it a go, but I want to know I'm not obligated to stay if I agree now."
The man hesitates, toying this over, "That's... Hard to agree to. See, we have a lot of special technology here. Lots of research. If you leave, and you decide to give this research to someone else..."
Aimee made a face. "I suppose it makes sense for all you secret organizations to be pessimistic, but really, unless you're giving me the blueprints, do you really think I'll attain anything more than a fairytale?" She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.
"I'll just stroll over to the nearest technology centre and claim to have been transported into someone else's dream. Brilliant. They'll believe me, I'm sure."
"Oh? And who would that be?" She leaned forward a little. "No, nevermind. Don't answer. Just tell me how I can leave at all. I mean, given what you've told me already, isn't that enough to "tattle" about?"
The man points at a door behind her, one that hadn't seemed to be there a second ago, "Just walk through that door. You just know about an organization that sounds like a fairy tale. No one would believe you. However, if you actually had some idea of the technology... In any case, leave if you must."
The man shakes his head, a little saddened, "I can't tell you. That'd help you figure out where you are, and this location needs to be secret. It'd be different if you stayed."
My helpdesk should you need me.
"I'll just stroll over to the nearest technology centre and claim to have been transported into someone else's dream. Brilliant. They'll believe me, I'm sure."
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.