The force of the car’s acceleration threw Ruth backwards and pinned her to the tan leather seat. Fighting against the momentum she turned her head to peer out of the window. A white fuzzy static streamed past outside like the display of an old television tuned between stations. Ruth’s stomach barely complained this time, clenching into a loose knot that would easily untangle with a few deep breaths. In a matter of seconds, it was all over. The black Lincoln, burst through the vortex connecting the human world with GlobalCore’s and veered down the empty street. The driver Vince, eased on the brakes and soon they came to a stop right in front of the grand revolving doors of the supernatural conglomerate.
GlobalCore’s ornate foyer, with its creamy brass-framed windows, towering Ming vases and opulent hanging chandeliers, was empty when Ruth Wroth strolled through, that Saturday morning. Her tiger sneakers squeaked against the marble floor as she made her way to the mirrored brass elevators and pressed the call button.
Simon, her Assignment Analyst, had agreed to swap his usual job of researching her assignments, for coaching her in the art of swordsmanship. This wasn’t a skill that would normally be required of the Human Resources manager of a large global corporation, but then GlobalCore wasn’t your average company. It was literally Hell on Earth.
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Heartless
FantasyThe devil is in the detail… Like any other large corporation, Hell’s employees need to be acquired, managed and when necessary, terminated. Now in limbo, Ruth Wroth is the unwitting Human Resources manager of Hell’s Earth branch – GlobalCore. Forced...
