Jenny (on the far left) had just finished accounting school and found only one potential workplace by way of a group recruitment seminar, along with a group of assassins, specially gifted scientists and Macavellians. She was reminded of their "graduation" some weeks ago and the photo they took together. She barely made It passed the obstacle course, almost fell in to the crocodile pool, something she knew she wouldn't live down that easily.

Her work was a little strenuous, as she had to commute every day by speed boat to an island where the offices were housed inside a mountain shaped like a human skull, but the office conditions were not that bad.

On her way to the cafeteria for her morning tea, she carefully walked passed the water cooler, where X The Eliminator spent 30-45 minutes every morning making small talk and reviewing the movie, series or game he had consumed the day before. He was a legacy hire, so he has seniority. Jenny managed to avoid another unsolicited date request.

She walks passed the bosses office, who is interrogating a scientist tied to a chair. She always thinks it's a bit of a mood shock when he goes from dark, evil voice, eyes with bloodlust and evil intent, to changing his tone completely when he sees Jenny.

His voice softens, becomes more playful and it sounds like each of his sentences should end with heart emojis. Phrases like "hiiiii Jenny~!" and "Good morning, sunshine~!" were not uncommon. She knew he was evil, but also thought he was a bit of a sweetheart at the same time, as evident by the photo on the wall of the cafeteria of him laying on the ground, laughing with glee, surrounded and covered by a puddle of puppies.

She grabs her usual hibiscus tea, saunters sleepily to her office cubicle, situated in a structure housed in the left eye socket of the skull shaped mountain. She sits down at her desk, facing the beautiful and lush iceland paradise overlooking the sea. The boss had ordered computer monitors with high NIT lighting so that people could have their desks facing outwards without needing blinds, so they could be fed by the sun and all it's energies. He was cooky and fun like that, when he wasn't pure evil.

As she sits down, breathes deeply and sips her tea, she sees a future here. It's not for everyone, but she'll make the best out of being a villainous accountant, who spreads her own form of terror by way of spreadsheets.