You couldn't help but marvel at the machinery seen through the lab windows or the conversations the doctors were having as they walked past you without looking at you much.

The walls were immense, some made of acrylic instead of cement. The elevator was spacious, and you spoke to the AI ​​operator to direct you to the floor. You were headed to the most terrifying office of all: Harry Osborn's.

You'd already been through human resources, you'd already been interviewed for the job, your resume had been reviewed. But the now owner of the company wanted an audience with you.

The elevator doors opened in front of an elegant painting. As you took a few steps forward, you turned around the corner of the wall and saw Harry's immense office. And he was at his desk, drumming his fingers on it, while he went through and messed up virtual folders on the desktop that was nothing more than a full screen

"Spying doesn't leave a good impression," Harry commented before raising his piercing gaze to you