“I will pick a suitable candidate myself. This position requires more than just good work ethics and dedication to the company, it requires true loyalty. I will have many classified internal files going over my desk and the applicant must guarantee perfect confidentiality in all capacities.” A fact Mr. Glenn had repeatedly insisted upon after Jason had managed to milk a personal assistant out of him along with a company car, company chauffeur and company housing. Gunderson corp might have paid for his high-end tailored pheromone glands – but they sure had helped to make the defection that much sweeter. He let himself fall into his soft, brand-new executive chair and bounced a little to test it. The high-class synth leather felt like his ass was being<em>embraced</em>.<br/><br/>“Thank you for your assistance with everything, Mr. Garribaldi. I will have a look at your personnel files later. For now, I need to get this office set up ASAP. Mr. Glenn is very eager to get me working right away.”<em>Before the passcodes get changed</em>, Jason added in thought and tried to shoo the HR guys out of his new office. Officially, he was on a one-week leave and Gunderson corp was not even aware that one of their ‘proactive security specialists’ had resigned and found a new employer already. Nevertheless, he had to move fast. InterFreight had paid to have his cyberware checked out by a 3rd party professional for bugs and transmitters and, of course, one had been found. Jason had been very careful in making contact and it was very well possible that his multi-band Ares<em>mockingbird</em>white noise generator had drowned out anything he had said in that bar. Still, even without Jason Delaforte, Gunderson security was not made up<em>entirely</em>of idiots. They would figure out something was wrong sooner or later. But with a little luck, he had time to hire a team of shadowrunners, give them his passcodes and send them on a high-value, high-profile run against his former employer. That would cement his position with InterFreight and prove his loyalty.<em>Then</em>, he would have time for the nicer things in life. Like getting that awful, artificial chrysanthemum pot next to his door thrown out and replaced with a little glass desk for his very own personal assistant.<br/>