The Nightmare (The Mist Book 2)

Igave my invitation card to the agent screening the candidates, proud that my hand didn’t shake despite my nervousness. Plastic and completely dark, you’d never guess its purpose if you’d stumbled on it by accident. The agent waved the card in front of a scanner, then stared at his screen for a second before examining my features. He didn’t smile but kept the same neutral, professional expression his other colleagues also had plastered on their faces. Seemingly satisfied, he handed the black card back to me.

“A non-disclosure agreement was given to you along with your invitation to participate in the program, another copy of which has been handed to you upon arrival. Have you read and understood it?” the agent asked.

“Yes, Sir. I have read and understood it,” I answered.

“If you consent, please look straight into the camera. When the red light turns on, state your full name and that you agree to abide by the terms of the NDA as spelled out in the document.”