[b]D-12593 Claudette[/b] [hr] [color=a187be]"Oh my, really?"[/color] Claudette replied, seemingly ignoring his joke. It was a joke of course. She'd never let anyone else have even a single cent of her money. [color=a187be]"Ah, you must be a hard worker then...and one who appreciates the arts. I can relate."[/color] She replied enthusiastically. [color=a187be]"On the outside I often made a point of giving them my patronage. I've seen quite a number of live performances in theaters across the globe - perhaps I saw something you worked on?"[/color] Good, comradeship was good. It was always a good idea to build a relationship with someone. Pretend to be their friend, and they'll return in kind. Before she could speak further, however, it seemed their time was cut short. [color=a187be]"Loud, but effective way of getting people's attention..."[/color] She winced slightly at the loud noises. If there was one thing she wasn't fond of, it was sudden, sharp, loud noises or a dissonant cacophony of chaos. "Well, it has been a pleasure, Rob, I suppose I'll see you later sometime?" She gave him a friendly smile, but the guards didn't really allow much in the way of a parting gesture before she was ordered somewhere. [i]"Awfully presumptuous..."[/i] She thought, frowning at the suggestion she wouldn't understand anything the researchers were speaking of. She liked to think herself at least well educated, but a thought for later. Sometimes to climb the ladder you simply had to sit down, shut up, and not cause trouble. Eventually they came to a wooden door, with apparently someone by the name 'Mr Smith' inside it. How Original. The room reminded her of school. Three student desks and a teacher one, an older black gentleman behind it who was holding three packets of paper. He went on to explain their task. Complete the test in his hands. No help? Well, this should be easy enough. [color=a187be]"I see...I'll assume there are no wrong answers? Only less correct ones?"[/color] She laughed idly. Looking at the other two, they didn't seem to be one for conversation, though she doubted they'd be allowed to speak to one another so easily. Best get this over with then. She took a seat in one of the desks, idly giving the man who 'failed to wash up' a rather unimpressed glance, though said nothing. No need to start anything here. [hider=Questions] Taking a look at the packet, it was rather standard fare. 'Personal Improvement Test'? She narrowed her eyes at the title of the paper. Some sort of psyche evaluation? Was that what this was? Or was it supposed to be some new age self reflection therapy? One way to find out, she supposed. She picked up the pencil, writing her name before flipping to the first page. Simple enough, to start with. Simple enough, she thought. Likely just a base question. [b]1. Who was the second president of the United States?[/b] John Adams What was this? Fourth grade math? Simple answer for simple question. [b]2. In order to find the perimeter of a triangle, you must use this theorem:[/b] Pythagorean Theorem Ah. This one hit rather close to home. She was guilty of it on multiple accounts, after all. [b]3. Lying under oath in court is known as:[/b] Perjury The questions continued on for a long while. They were simple enough at first, like all of them. Some sort of psyche eval, like she thought. Probably just figuring out what she'd be good at doing at whatever it is they did here. As the questions continued on, however, things began to get a little...odd. It was subtle at first, but upon reaching the next question, she realized this wasn't just a simple Psyche Eval. The questions were oddly personal...and mildly irritating. These people certainly did their research. [i]"Hmph, didn't really do their homework on this? Or are they trying to get me to confess...?"[/i] Either way, she gave them an answer. They likely already knew, but no point in playing their silly little games. [b]23. This individual was the one who secretly gave information to the police which helped lead to your arrest:[/b] [i]How cute. What makes you think I know? They have witness protection for a reason. Suppose I did know, though. Suppose I had a few people paid off that wouldn't mind leaking information. Lets say, hypothetically that this persons name was 'Michael Callahan.' I'm sure your little organization here knows all this of course...you also likely know where his mangled corpse could be found. All hypothetically, of course. So don't patronize me and ask asinine questions that you already know the answer to - he's in witness protection now, and I have no possible way of knowing who it was.[/i] [i]"Ah, another interesting one."[/i] She had answers, of course. Her mothers and fathers death was a matter of public record, after all. [b]24. Would you rather kill your mother, or your father?[/b] [i]An interesting question. I'm certain your organization knows quite a bit about me already, so I'll spare you the details. My mother was a hateful old hag who was jealous of me. My achievements. The fact my father doted on me. I loathed her, but in many ways we were similar. You know she's already dead, I'm sure. An unfortunate accident saw her drowned in the ocean. Unfortunate, and father was quite distressed for awhile. The insurance money was quite welcome, though father was quite distressed for a time.[/i] [i]"How do..."[/i] She narrowed her eyes at the question. She had never told anyone about that. [b]25. Once, a man told you advice that never left you. What was it?[/b] [i]"None of your organizations business. You obviously already know the answer, hmm? So why waste everyone's time with these silly games? We both have better things to do."[/i] By now this exam was becoming more and more ridiculous...and more and more infuriating. With each new question she answered, it was clear this test had been specifically tailored for her in some fashion. They knew things about her that she couldn't easily justify them knowing. How did they know? Were there more leaks and moles in her business? Once she got out, she'd have to reshuffle her business structure... [b]26. What do you think 'Greed' is?[/b] [i]A simple human emotion that drives the world. If humans didn't have greed, success and progress wouldn't have ever been made.[/i] [b]27. Describe Charity in your own words.[/b] [i]A waste of time and money by those who are a drain on society.[/i] [b]28. What of that money hidden away out out of the US?[/b] [i]Oh, you mean the sort of money any other legitimate businessman has?[/i] [b]29. What would you do should your mother in fact, be alive? Hypothetically, of course.[/b] [i]That, my dear big-brother esque organization, is a simple impossibility. I made sure of that.[/i] [b]30. Suppose your business inadvertently caused hundreds of people to lose their life savings, pensions, or other such things.[/b] [i]Ah see, that is not something I would do. An organization is nothing without its employees. If I happened to ruin a rivals business and their employees fall victim - simple, then. More people for mine to hire.[/i] [b]31. Say you lost all of your fortune. What would you do?[/b] [i]I would find the man who took it from me, and ask nicely for him to return it. I'm certain it was a...misunderstanding, after all.[/i] [b]32. What of the man you betrayed to get to where you are?[/b] [i]There was no betrayal. Only progress and business.[/i] [b]33. Do you feel remorse at all, for your underhanded tactics?[/b] [i]Do you feel remorse for whatever it is you do here? I doubt we're so dissimilar. I used people - criminals, convicts, all the time.[/i] [b]34. Greed is defined as intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power, or food. Are you Greedy?[/b] [i]Of course I am. If given the chance any human would. I just happen to be more...efficient at getting what I desire.[/i] [b]35. Would your grandfather be proud of you after what he told you? What of your father, that you used their grief to snatch the family business from, and turn a charity into your own personal fund? Does the money help you sleep at night? Alone, sitting in your estate watching the world move below you. Have you ever once, thought about someone other than yourself?[/b] She saw the last question, narrowing her eyes at the paper. Rather, it was a series of Pathetic. This test was rightly pathetic, and these people more so. She refused to be subjected to this. Claudette took a deep breath, calming her nerves. [/hider] [color=a187be]"Mr. Smith..."[/color] She began, folding her hands on the desk in front of her. [color=a187be]"May I ask the purpose of this exam?"[/color] Claudette asked in the nicest manner she could. There was definitely a little edge to her voice - this test had done its job of rattling her, but for someone as paranoid as she was it shouldn't have been a surprise this would happen. [color=a187be]"I do not mind discussing philosophies or ethics, no, I quite enjoy it...but what I dislike, is having thinly veiled threats and attacks on my character by a piece of paper."[/color] She couldn't probe too much for information, but this so called 'exam' was in quite poor taste. [hr] [|Audi0phile|]: The only basement NEET here is that weirdo with zeroes for a name [|Audi0phile|]: Not that the degree ever got me anywhere [|Audi0phile|]: define metric fuckton. If it uses that much power it has to be coming from somewhere and surely someone would notice? Unless this place here has the every important organization in their pocket. [|Audi0phile|]: Man, this place is every conspiracy theorists wet dream.