Mr. Oliver pointed to the young man, Darrell, who had become Alvin's assistant.
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An acquaintance had brought him to the organization where Darrell had worked for almost sixteen years, the name of which, by the way, he had never learned. A school friend who happened to cross paths with him in a beer bar, after asking in General terms who his friend had become in adult life, offered a job. Darrell was immediately skeptical, since this guy had been known since high school to be addicted to bad companies and not the most legitimate interests. But since Darrell was experiencing serious financial difficulties at the time, he risked an interview.
A strange country office located in a trailer immediately suggested that there is something not clean. However, the person who conducted the interview made a very serious impression. Darrell had been good at chemistry and physics since high school. By the time the classmate met, he had managed to defend his PhD in chemical relations in a vacuum. He worked for several years in the laboratory of the gold plant, but fell under the reduction, which was sincerely glad. The work there was boring and more than trivial. No creative process. Here, in the trailer, the man from the first minutes shook the dusty hopes of the guy regarding the activities in the field of development. He really knew what he was talking about, Darrell understood it, and the interviewer saw it, the dialogue was on the same wavelength.
Darrell didn't have to fill out any forms. Seven minutes after the interview began, he was confirmed as a member of the company's staff, which did not want to make public any legal aspects of its activities. For curbing interest in this issue, they offered a salary that exceeds three and a half times the average salary in the region. And ten percent was given out immediately as an advance.
They didn't say exactly what the job was, but they offered to do what Darrell really wanted to do. He always wanted to create! The man didn't ask for any documents, phone number, or home address. He just gave out a wad of new bills, and told the guy to be at the same time tomorrow at the southern exit of the city. The next day, near the stele, Darrell picked up a tinted sedan and delivered it to the base, where it was handed over to Alvin.