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he had spoken with me about this. Your personal appearance—”
Oh, okay. Here it comes, Jason thought. Whatever it is I will just have to accept it now. Clean cut; shorter hair; wearing a suit every day; whatever it is I will just have to suck it up .
“We ask that, whenever you travel together, especially if you travel with him for long distances, that you go for a slightly less noticeable look. Mr. Augere does not like to draw attention to himself, particularly while traveling. He often wears a business suit for that reason. The rest of the time, however, your preferred personal appearance is perfectly acceptable. He especially wanted you to know that, and not to be offended at the request.”
Jason was stunned for several moments.
“Seriously? My clothes, my hair—pierced ears—the—the jewelry that I wear—he says that it is all okay?”
“Absolutely not a problem.”
Mr. Genier formally welcomed him into the company then and hoped the next few weeks would not be too hectic for him. He stated again if there were any concerns to please not hesitate to call.
And just like that, smoothly and efficiently, quickly and easily, he had a job. A new beginning.
“Decisions and revisions can be made in a minute, which a minute will reverse. Do I dare ruffle the fabric of the universe?” Jason wondered aloud and then laughed. In the space of a few minutes a person’s life can change: A brief encounter; now a short phone call, and his universe became something completely different.
He suddenly felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. A door had opened and now the future looked bright, exciting and inviting. And then suddenly, a brief cloud of doubt surrounded him. That moment, and any doubts, quickly passed and his feeling of contentment returned.
Chapter 3
Beacon Street
The two story residence on Beacon Street had been purchased at a cost of $3.2 million. Most of the renovations were nearing completion per Augere’s exact specifications, and in record time, at a cost of nearly an additional one and a half million.
Augere had had the crews working double shifts and now he had moved into the house to keep a closer eye on the progress of the work. Everything was coming together exactly as he wanted it, and still there was daily hammering, polishing, painting and moving in of items on a constant basis. He had decided to close off the second floor completely, walling up the main staircase to the ballroom there and placing a locked door where a second stairway entrance had been located. He planned to retain the only knowledge, and the keys, of that other entrance.
The walled up second floor was in need of some cosmetic repairs, but could easily be converted to additional living space, if needed. Which Augere did not anticipate requiring any time soon.
****
In Minnesota, Jason woke up many mornings still gripped by a sense of urgency, an immediate feeling of panic upon awakening: a need to do something, get something done, be somewhere in particular or take some kind of action—and then he would remember: I don’t have to worry. I have a job. Everything is going to be okay.
Actually, it seemed it was going to be more than okay.
He had received a large thick envelope from the Genier law firm containing his employment confirmation letter. Now it began to feel real to him. Included with it was all the necessary paperwork and the details about his benefits; he had filled out what was required and sent the forms back.
And then he had received another envelope whose contents did not quite seem real. It contained a check for $8,000, designated for relocation expenses. Not to be used for airfare, apparently, as that was already covered in a separate voucher.
He called Genier, wondering if there had been a mistake. He didn’t want to keep the money, especially if it was an error. Genier’s gentle laughter reassured him.
“Mr. Augere authorized it. He really has no clear sense of what relocation
Oh, okay. Here it comes, Jason thought. Whatever it is I will just have to accept it now. Clean cut; shorter hair; wearing a suit every day; whatever it is I will just have to suck it up .
“We ask that, whenever you travel together, especially if you travel with him for long distances, that you go for a slightly less noticeable look. Mr. Augere does not like to draw attention to himself, particularly while traveling. He often wears a business suit for that reason. The rest of the time, however, your preferred personal appearance is perfectly acceptable. He especially wanted you to know that, and not to be offended at the request.”
Jason was stunned for several moments.
“Seriously? My clothes, my hair—pierced ears—the—the jewelry that I wear—he says that it is all okay?”
“Absolutely not a problem.”
Mr. Genier formally welcomed him into the company then and hoped the next few weeks would not be too hectic for him. He stated again if there were any concerns to please not hesitate to call.
And just like that, smoothly and efficiently, quickly and easily, he had a job. A new beginning.
“Decisions and revisions can be made in a minute, which a minute will reverse. Do I dare ruffle the fabric of the universe?” Jason wondered aloud and then laughed. In the space of a few minutes a person’s life can change: A brief encounter; now a short phone call, and his universe became something completely different.
He suddenly felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. A door had opened and now the future looked bright, exciting and inviting. And then suddenly, a brief cloud of doubt surrounded him. That moment, and any doubts, quickly passed and his feeling of contentment returned.
Chapter 3
Beacon Street
The two story residence on Beacon Street had been purchased at a cost of $3.2 million. Most of the renovations were nearing completion per Augere’s exact specifications, and in record time, at a cost of nearly an additional one and a half million.
Augere had had the crews working double shifts and now he had moved into the house to keep a closer eye on the progress of the work. Everything was coming together exactly as he wanted it, and still there was daily hammering, polishing, painting and moving in of items on a constant basis. He had decided to close off the second floor completely, walling up the main staircase to the ballroom there and placing a locked door where a second stairway entrance had been located. He planned to retain the only knowledge, and the keys, of that other entrance.
The walled up second floor was in need of some cosmetic repairs, but could easily be converted to additional living space, if needed. Which Augere did not anticipate requiring any time soon.
****
In Minnesota, Jason woke up many mornings still gripped by a sense of urgency, an immediate feeling of panic upon awakening: a need to do something, get something done, be somewhere in particular or take some kind of action—and then he would remember: I don’t have to worry. I have a job. Everything is going to be okay.
Actually, it seemed it was going to be more than okay.
He had received a large thick envelope from the Genier law firm containing his employment confirmation letter. Now it began to feel real to him. Included with it was all the necessary paperwork and the details about his benefits; he had filled out what was required and sent the forms back.
And then he had received another envelope whose contents did not quite seem real. It contained a check for $8,000, designated for relocation expenses. Not to be used for airfare, apparently, as that was already covered in a separate voucher.
He called Genier, wondering if there had been a mistake. He didn’t want to keep the money, especially if it was an error. Genier’s gentle laughter reassured him.
“Mr. Augere authorized it. He really has no clear sense of what relocation
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