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Today of all days… thought Dr. Sjögren, after finishing her fifth cup of coffee. The work was piling up and now she was asked to go to the conference room by a man who identified himself as a "representative" of a sister company. He was dressed in a black suit, with a clean tie and white undershirt, the contrasting colors highlighted his hair, jet black and messy.
"Dr. Linda Sjögren, is it?" the man asked her. She opened her mouth, but was cut off by the man before she could speak. "I don't know why I ask, I know all about you. I'm here to recruit you for the SCP Foundation. Hmmm, maybe 'recruit' isn't the right word, more 'offer you a position'."
"SCP Foundation? I've never heard of you," Dr. Sjögren replied quickly.
The man chuckled quietly, and just said "Well, of course you've never heard of us, to you and so many others, we don't exist,"
Dr. Sjögren, unconvinced, asked "Can you prove that to me?"
The man pulled out a metal pin of a bird. "This was yours correct?"
Dr. Sjögren snatched it out of his hands. "Where the fuck did you find this?"
"We have a way of recovering things that are lost. Will you listen to what I have to say now?" the man seemed to be getting impatient. Dr. Sjögren nodded and he continued "Good,"
"I'm sure you know that when resources are limited, we must make cuts. Whether this is budget or employee cut, it needs to be done."
