Chapter 31: Natasha’s Interview
Natasha entered the office, feeling a little self-conscious about the sweat stains on her blouse and blazer.
"This is your employment contract and NDA. Read it carefully, and sign it if you agree to the terms," said Aaron, handing her a large tablet computer and stylus.
Natasha carefully kept her expression neutral as she read the documents:
The dress code mandate specified a minimum heel height of 8 centimeters, and a BMI window so strict, it would make a 1950s airline blush.
Every detail was micromanaged: only skirt-suits were permitted — pants were outright banned — and even her nails had to be painted in a specific sequence: base coat, two coats of regulation color, and a top coat.
Hair could be long, braided, or pinned into a bun, but heaven help you if you had a pixie cut.
Tattoos were forbidden. So were flat shoes, glitter anything, and any blazer not buttoned and tailored like it came from a military parade.
The kicker? All of it was monitored by biometric surveillance and AI dress-code scanners, with automatic fines for violations.
Repeat offenses led to termination—without severance, no less. And she’d need to agree to the terms before any offer of employment.
The NDA was extensive, and designed to keep extremely tight control over intellectual property and social media.
Employees were forbidden from unionizing, and from discussing almost anything related to Sirius Software, with severe financial and legal consequences for any breaches.