"Come on!" the woman spoke sharply to the elegantly dressed blonde, "this isn't a fashion show!"
"Noticed," Ms. Madison glared at the woman, while looking at the attire of the young men and women. "Some people here could do with a serious makeover - and I don't mean maybe. Where 'll I be working?"
"The call centre," the woman told Ms. Madison, in tones that made her heart sink. "You'll be dealing with small and big customers."
"Small and big?" Ms. Madison looked even more shocked.
"We do have corporate clients," the woman told Ms. Madison. "As well as the individual clients, of course. Most of the people who use us are individual clients, but when we have the opportunity to build a lasting relationship..."
Ms. Madison was sure she was about to faint, when her mobile 'phone went off. She started and apologised.
"Hiya," she ignored the glare of the woman, as she answered her 'phone.
"Hello," the grim tones of the Green Man settled the worries of Ms. Madison. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I think I've gone insane," Ms. Madison smiled. "But I guess you're the man with the answers. What do I do?"
"You do your job," the Green Man told her. "Until I tell you not to. You live as though you are who you seem to be."
"Even in a call centre?" Ms. Madison was incredulous.