It was a completely ordinary day in Amistad, Chakona. Hundreds of thousands of furs and quite a few humans were milling about, doing their business or busied themselves doing noth-ing in particular. It was similarly ordinary for prospective employers whose offices were a little out of the way, not very presentable or plainly not open to the public to rent temporary offices like this one. Just the employer wasn’t entirely usual, leading to interviews ending rather suddenly.

“Seriously? Thank you very much, don’t bother calling me I’m not interested anymore.”

“Whaat?” followed by a slammed door

“Is this the emergency call? I think we need an ambulance, TempOffice room 205, a candidate collapsed during a job interview, probably a shock. … No apparent injuries, just folded up in the chair and breathing more or less normally… Shock position? Already done. …”

***

The League of Non-Aligned Worlds is trying to increase their diplomatic presence and hire local staff - on Chakona. Good luck, they are going to need it.
Any interested applicants out there?