Susan Dee’s Journal – Day 1:
I barely slept last night. The constant buzzing in my head was louder than my alarm clock, but I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed and put on my “enthusiastic intern” face. It’s a strange feeling—walking into Blind Corp for the first time. Everything is clean, sterile, and smells faintly of metal and something else I can’t place.
I was shown to my desk, where a pile of files waited for me—like a mountain I’d have to scale before I could even think about “contributing” in the way they expected. It feels like being thrown into the deep end without even a floatie. I’ve spent my first few hours trying to read through reports I can barely understand, all while pretending to be competent. I think I fooled them, but I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching me, waiting to see if I’ll sink or swim.
I’ve heard things. Some of the other interns whisper about how “things aren’t what they seem” around here. I don’t know what that means yet, but if I have to deal with all the secrets and silence I felt in those hallways today, I’ll either crack or become numb. I’ll play it safe for now.
The strangest thing? No one has really looked me in the eye. It’s like I’m invisible—until someone needs something. That’s how Blind Corp works, right? You give up a part of yourself to be part of something bigger. A cog in a very, very well-oiled machine.
But I am here for a reason. I need to remember that. Keep my head down. Gather what I can. Learn what they’re hiding.
If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that this place isn’t just a job. It’s… a lot more than that.
