Accidental...Journey?

Ed dressed himself in his nicest suit, despite the fact that he had no idea as to what the job might actually entail. Sequalia Amalgamated wanted him, so he would look his best.

Ed took the bus to 2700 Circle Square, and walked the rest of the way to the interview. It was an abandoned, industrial part of town. There was almost no street traffic, and weeds sprouted from cracks in the concrete with an aparent knowledge that they were the only signs of life around, and thought that they should put on a good show. A single sunflower poked its head above a chainlink fence protecting an abandonded parking lot. Somewhere nearby a hidden piece of ancient industrial machinery turned and squeaked in the wind. A dog barked in the distance, very far away. Ed shivered in his suit and wondered how much he really wanted a free t-shirt.

2727 Circle Square, headquarters of Sequalia Amalgamated, appeared upon the turn of a corner, sitting at the far end of a massive expanse of concrete and lightposts. There was a dilapidated radial tire leaning against one of the posts. Bits of paper and loose trash rattled across the expanse, driven by the wind. Ed made his way towards the building, and he was very afraid.

"What in the name of god am I doing? I am almost certainly going to be murdered here."

Ed continued along.

He kicked an empty can of a soda that hadn't been sold in a decade. The bouncing can sent rattling echoes across the vasty parking lot.

"I will be murdered, and my body will be lain to rest amongst abandoned, creepily industrial-looking objects."

Ed arrived at the front doors of Sequalia Amalgamated, a massive, brown brick edifice with four giant smokestacks standing at attention behind the building. He tried the front door, which opened easily.

"No one knows where I am, because I foolishly believed that a corporation wouldn't try to kill me."

"Hello?"

Ed's voiced echoed down hallways and corridors, bouncing off of file cabinets, desks, and other, less normal things.

A woman appeared from around the corner.

"Welcome to Sequalia Amalgamated, Mr. Cavendish."