Probationary period

A week into the job, I still hadn't met a person. I was working my way through the induction training: uncanny voiceovers about health and safety and data protection, backed up by questions a block of wood could answer. Automated emails delivered accounts, reassurances, and promises of tasks to come. Then payday came, with payslip but no pay. With no manager to my name, I found the head of HR on the company website and fired off an email. No reply. Looking longer, her photo was uncanny: an emptiness behind the eyes, and not in the way of my last job's HR manager. I searched her up, and a few other staff, and found nothing. Fake people, fake company, fake job. Lying in the next day, I still felt guilty.