It was well after dark as Mark nervously approached the office building. A subtle sign posted by the entrance read “EMB Labs”.
He had rushed here right after work. Anxious to find out if this place was legitimate or not. The advertisements had all looked fantastic of course, as advertisements always do. His own independent research into things hadn’t turned up much, but he did find a handful of neutral 3rd party recommendations, all of them positive.
One trusted source simply nodded and said, “Do it, you might regret it, but it was one of the most fun and intense experiences I’ve ever had.”
Mark hesitated by the door. He looked around. The building was nondescript, almost intentionally bland and generic. It was nestled deep in an office park. A few pedestrians were milling around, the majority of them appeared to be heading home or at least away from this place.
He sighed as he reached for the door. He was a little scared. But he’d called and made an appointment. They were expecting him.
“Welcome to EMB Labs, Mr. Richardson,” a warm silky voice said. Mark peered around the door, which he had only half opened.