Mole looked up at the big doberman and stammered. "Uh...is there...anyone I can talk to about a...a..."<br/>"Job?" The security guard finished.<br/>"Yeah, one of those." Said Mole, blushing. He was acting like a total idiot. "Maybe you could direct me to someone who I could talk to...or, I could just show myself out." Mole really didn't want to go back to the werehouse, and as scary as this place was, maybe he could land a job and work his way up the corporate ladder to janitor or something.