Conclave of Tyrants: Zion

When I woke up I had a massive headache. Not just your wake up with a fever kind of head ache, neither was it your bang your head against the wall kind of head ache. It was the kind that shook you to your very soul...with a boom. Normally I would be crying out in pain, but for some odd reason I felt as if I had experienced worse (which I knew at the time I hadn't...I think) so this much was nothing. When I opened my eyes I was on a bed in an empty room with nothing except a table with a glass of water and a note. I was wearing nothing except a pair of boxers. There were also some clothes on the floor. Gratefully I drank the water and picked up the note. It said "When you wake up get out turn left, go through to the end of the corridor and open the door. Approach the reception and ask for Mrs. Thompson and say you are the new cleaner. Mrs. Thompson? Who is that? Damn I don't have time to mess to be here I need to go study for the exam on Friday. Wait where am I? How did I get here? As I gathered my thoughts I realized that I had no recollection of the events leading to this place, the last thing I remembered was going to school with a friend of mine. Yeah I remember, I was going to school with....argh! At that point my headache suddenly became worse.I figured I didn't want the pain to increase so I decided not to think for a while. I put on the clothes. It was a white t shirt, a pair of shorts, white socks, sneakers and a boxing hoody without the sleeves. With a sigh, I got out of the room, turned left, walked down the dark corridor and opened the door at the end of the hall. What met my eyes shocked me. I was in the middle of an office floor. To my left and right were cubicles filled with office workers just going through their daily work. I opened the door behind me and to my surprise there were even more cubicles. "Where is the dark corridor I just walked through?" I muttered to myself as I looked through the door. One of the office works saw me and realized I was lost. Realizing that I was a visitor due to my casual dressing she decided to walk up to me. " Hi there honey, you seem to be troubled, can I help you ?" she said she said with a southern accent. Realizing this as my chance I asked her where I was then she replied "This is the sixteenth floor of the building. You do know which building you're in right?" Not wanting to look like an i***t I nodded my head and decided to ask for the exit. This is some weird s**t, I need to get home. As I arrived at the exit I realized a fundamental fact. I had no idea where my home was. Not only that but I had no idea what my own name was. My family, my age, my background none of it came to mind. At this point I had two options. Option A was to go to the nearest police station and report amnesia, option B was to do what the note said. It was at this point that I had an epiphany, why was I so calm? I started thinking. A person my age should be freaking out right about now....wait a minute...what is my age? "Argh!" I suddenly shouted out in pain and almost fell over. Luckily someone held me just in time, they asked " Are you okay?". I replied all I need is a bit of aspirin and I will be fine". Realizing the gravity of the situation I decided to use this chance, so I said, "Sorry but can you tell me where the reception is?". She then gave me directions to the reception. I figured there is a chance these people can tell me who I am because trying to figure it out was a headache, literally. Unconsciously I know who I am but if I try to consciously think about it I get a headache, not only that but I was somehow teleported to an office building. My intuition told me leaving the building was a bad idea. I was teleported...hahaha The magnitude of what just happened made me laugh in melancholy. I face palmed myself and walked towards the reception. As I neared the reception, I saw the name attached to the front desk in big letters. ARGOS. I started muttering to myself "Hhmm Argos...that rings a bell but I can't seem to put my finger on it. Oh well, on with the mission." I walked up to the reception and talked to one of the incredibly sexy receptionists (definitely double d) and said" Hi, um, I'm looking for Mrs. Thompson, I'm the new ( ugh I can't believe I'm saying this) cleaner", I said this whilst putting the smoothest face I could but judging from the giggle the chick gave me it wasn't such a good idea at all. Can't blame a guy for trying right? She told me to take a seat in the lounge and told me that someone will come and pick me up shortly. I sat on one of the couches in the lounge for about 10 minutes until I saw the most incredible girl I had seen that day. I'm talking hazel blonde hair, brown eyes, 5 foot 6, huge boobs (must be at least an E cup) with a small waist and proportionally wide hips. It was as if all the crap I had experienced that day was disappearing. Then she stood next to me and started saying stuff but I didn't care, I just wanted this bombshell to stand there and give me a reason to live. "...but I'm sure u will enjoy it. Now then shall we go?" I then realized that I had heard nothing she had said except for the last part. She had a posh British accent. She freakin' had to have the sexiest accent on earth. Damn it woman you better have a flaw! I decided to follow her blindly like an elephant in must to wherever she was going. It was then I looked down and saw the dream of every man of African descent down below. A big beautiful ass. The kind that would make me comb my hair if I had an afro. Are curves like these mathematically sound? Was I worried she would notice me staring? Nope. I didn't have a care in the world. She led me to this huge double door and opened it. Inside was a boardroom with a huge table. At the head of the table was a woman with the cockiest expression I have ever seen. I'm talking about the "I know everything and you don't" kind of look. Ah this woman and I will not get along. I just know it. I sat down on the opposite end of the table. As I did the hotty closed the door behind her.