Project: EUPHORIA

Part 1 - Welcome to D.O.S.E Ind.

"Miss Jane Ridgeley" A young man on his early 20s calls out, sitting on a desk of what looks like a reception hall. Behind him, the company logo in big metallic black lettering hangs comfortably on the big white marble walls.

D.O.S.E Industries.

The room was extremely bright, it's almost as if, if you focus hard enough you'd be able to see through someone's impurities and deep rooted evils hidden within someone's bones.

Or perhaps that's just an exaggeration.

A woman stands up from one of the luxurious waiting seats responding to her name being called. The ceilings above her are high up, made out of clear glass which made its entire surface extremely bright from sunlight lighting up the whole room

That ceiling is one of the few redeeming qualities of this place. Oh how she hated this building's design. So obnoxiously extravagant. Although the other people sitting there didn't seem to mind, they belonged. They loved it even, who wouldn't? Working there is a dream come true.

Isn't it?

She wears a long lab coat that stops just below her knees, the turtleneck shirt she wears underneath is neat and well fitted just like the other people around her. Her pants hugs her legs perfectly which often makes her feel extremely self conscious whenever she takes her lab coat off. It seemed that each of the employee's are provided with personally tailored piece of clothing. Not only that, you can tell their high quality fabric and manufacturing just by looking at it.

You can tell just how the value of budgets and money mean nothing when it comes to making every single aspect of this working environment look as luxurious as it could be.

Jane's blonde hair is tied upwards into a ponytail with strands of loose hairs sticking outwards.

She doesn't care. She doesn't have the time, nor does she want to make the time.

The boy who called her name out by the desk smiles, his dark brown skin compliments his perfect set of teeth as his dimples became more pronounced. His clean cut fades perfectly with his Afro hair on top.

Just like her, this boy wears a well fitted turtleneck shirt. Making his biceps and wide toned chest even more pronounced and he is well aware of it. He knows what he's doing, or rather what it's doing to other people.

"She should be available to see you now." He reaches on his desk, on what seemed like a finger printed locked drawer to his side and takes a card out.
On his hand rests a metallic object with an engraving which says "D.O.S.E Industries Level 3 Clearance" as he reaches it out to Jane.

Jane grabs the I.D card already hanging around her neck.

"Will this do?" She holds it to his eye level where he would be able to see it clearly.

He raises his gaze from the holographic computer screen in front of him to see what she was indicating, to see her ID which states:

D.O.S.E Industries
Jane Ridgeley
Lead Biochemical Engineer

Showing a an image of what seemed like a much younger version of Jane, full of life, colour and what seemed like a time where she kept herself extra tidy. When she still made the effort of looking the part.

Is that make up?

He shows his perfect set of pearls once again seeming to be brightly gleam from the reflections of the bright sunlight. This boy surely has already broken many hearts and he's sure to break more.

Jane thought to herself, perhaps if she was ten years younger she would've made more effort to her appearance and even stuttered in front of him. A slight grimace bolted through her face which she tries to hide as the thought of how she reacted to pretty boys back in the day made her cringe hard.