"And this is your new office, Mr. Delaforte. I hope you'll find it all to your taste." Mister Garribaldi, from InterFreight's metahuman resources departement, smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth again while he he gestured at a plush corner office, his envy almost perfectly hidden, but not to Jason. He had just hired on, in a "executive capacity", nominally dealing with "special contracts and clients". All a cover, as had been the interview with the drone in a suit pointing out his mahagoni desk right now. The real interview had been conducted with Gerard Glenn, the executive in charge of InterFreight's Miami division, the night before, and that had taken place after a lengthy dance through intermediaries, to make sure his offer to defect was genuine. Once Glenn had accepted that though the offcial contract had been a mere formality. His commlink received passcodes, and access codes for the office, and the intranet while Garribaldi droned on. "Do you prefer to pick your personal assistant yourself, or should we assign one? I understand it can be a lengthy affair, to go through several files of our office staff pool..."<br/><br/>As if anyone sane would let the likes of him pick their assistant. Could as well give out a passcode to his diary. The man just wanted to know what made Glenn hire Jason. Garribaldi went on "The same goes for your car, of course, should you desire a chauffeur." Behind the toady one could see the Miami Beach skyline through the window, in the background the tower of Gunderson Corporation.<br/><br/>"Do you have any questions, sir?"<br/><br/>