The Chaos Corporation was founded by Dr. Dante Aleistar Solomon Familiares on Nephrise Sundae 6th of Morns Moon E181, who began work on creating the company just three weeks prior. Dr. Familiares decided to put his PHDs in Psychology, Biology, Physics, Business, and History to practical use in creating a company that works to protect the citizens of Eterna City and shepherd the next generation to a brighter future.
- The History of Chaos Corp, Chaos Corp Pamphlet

Zade glanced over the leaflet at Danae as the hum of the elevator took them down to the 115th floor. It had been a quiet morning leading into a quiet afternoon until Danae insisted Zade be taken on a tour of the building. She closed the leaflet and looked at the back. There was contact information as well as directions to the building, and at the bottom of the page was small red print only vaguely discernable from the similar background.

For security and confidentiality purposes, as well as preventing any form of public panic, your memory will be wiped if you decide to leave Chaos Corp.

Was this blackmail?

Ding.

The office floors were more like a maze of bland corridors and empty rooms. Zade wondered how the company functioned with seemingly so little staff. The walls of each room were floor-to-ceiling windows, mostly with their blinds drawn.

Danae led Zade through the corridors. Straight from the elevator, first right, first left, second left, first left, second right, first left, first left, straight past the elevator, first right.

The eventual correct turn led into an open area filled with a few cubicles, some tables, and a large couch with some various other pieces of 'modern furniture' as Danae put it.

There were also people.

Danae gestured for her to go on. The second she stepped forward there was a high-pitched screech. A child in a fancy checkered shirt, black pants, and rainbow suspenders bolted towards her and she almost drew her weapon through muscle memory.

“You must be Zade!” they almost screamed, circling her and stopping just behind her. “My name is Higgins! He/him!” He grabbed her hand and shook it before she could even turn to face him.

Danae chuckled.

“Now now Higs, remember what we agreed on,” said another voice, belonging to a tall and muscular man who wore an awful lot of makeup and way too tight psychedelic print pants. He also had a sparkling silver vest on, open to show off his abs.

Higgins darted back in front of Zade and stopped abruptly taking a deep breath.

“Sorry,” he laughed, his hands fidgeting by his sides. “I can get hyperactive about my job.”

“Good boy,” the man ruffled his hair. “Hello darling, it's such a pleasure to meet you.” He grabbed her hand gently in both of his and shook it. His voice was smooth and falsetto.

“Geeeeents,” Higgins whined. “You know it's my job to do touring and introductions.”

The man let out a soft chuckle. “Oh hush, I'm just introducing myself. My name is Extrava-Gent, he/him, God of Candy, Sugar, and Fun. Welcome to the company.”

His smile radiated. Or maybe that was just the sheer amount of highlighter.

Zade collected herself, and then was thrown off again.

“Wait. You are doing the tour? I thought Danae...”

She turned and Danae was having a hushed conversation with another man. He had an almost sharp hourglass body, accenuated by his form-fitting red waistcoat and white shirt.

“-yes well, what was your point John?” Danae finished saying.

“Miss Kirei the Asuun ambassador has arrived and awaits your audience, sir.” He dragged out the last word in an almost spiteful way. “And my name is Jaegan, sir.”

“Yes, yes whatever. Inform her I will be there momentarily.”

“Very well, sir.” Jaegan bowed and abruptly left.

A hand grabbed Zade's and she flinched again.

Higgins was looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.

“You don't want a tour from me?” he said sadly. “But, I'm Higgins, God of Tourism and Navigation. It's my job.”

Zade glanced back but Danae had already left.

Extrava-Gent patted her shoulder. “It can't hurt to know your way around darling,” he chuckled, and then pirouetted flowing the movement into a skip as he exited the room.

There were only three other people left in the room now. A tanned muscular woman with ginger hair, asleep on the couch. And two other people engaged in some sort of recreative activity involving interlocked fingers and trying to keep ones thumb on top of the others.

Higgins was still staring at her hopefully.

“Okay then,” she said with exaggerated, but honest, excitement.

Higgins let out another screech of delight, grabbed her by both hands and pulled her out of the room.

-

The Chaos Corporation building has 365.25 floors, averaging around one kilometre in height alone. The floors are split into sections, quaintly shown on a glass plaque outside each elevator in the building.

When questioned about what the '.25' meant, Higgins had only to say that the 366th floor only existed a couple times a year.

“Floors 110 to 115 are offices reserved for gods, the best at what they do,” Higgins explained, slightly muffled by the lollipop he had popped into his mouth.

“I've read the leaflet, but what exactly does this company do?”

Higgins looked surprised.

“We hire gods of course.”

“Hire gods?”

“Everyone in the company knows everything about it, everyone, even the janitors. When they join, they sign a paper and move into the building with some family or friends who also have to sign. And if anyone wants to leave, they are made to forget everything. They also get a lot of money.”

A curious thing this money, Zade thought, she'd have to do more research.

The living quarters were like a small town in enough their own, each having shops, a park, and various types of housing.

Each training floor was dedicated to a different type of training. Combat, fitness, swimming, reading, writing, management, and even self-care. They had a floor for anything an employee or resident could ever need.

The facade floor was above the reception. A fake work area used whenever someone who couldn't have their memory wiped visited. They used moving walls, hologram windows, various employees, and an elevator trick that made it feel as though you were going higher, even if you weren't. Seemed way too much effort to put into it really, they could just use illusion magic.

Finally, they made their way up to floor 364, a floor dedicated to the CEO and founders office. Narcissism by any other name, is probably Danae.