It is at this point that a suited woman comes in, a sterner face than the rest.
"You're Liquid Len?"
I nod, extend a handshake. She leaves me hanging.
"I'm your supervisor. You can call me Mordecai. I'm here to give you the blog guidelines."
She holds up a manilla folder, places it on my desk.
"Thank you."
"It's my job. Now you can do yours."
Then she leaves. And I just sit there for a minute before taking a look at the guide.