Mr. Richards will see you in fifteen minutes - a strictly-dressed woman was standing in the middle of a meeting room- Feel free to ask if you need anything.
-Thank you,- a good-looking middle-aged gentleman nodded politely and took a seat in one of the chairs around a big round wooden table. The rich decoration of the room was contrasting with garage-styled open spaces he used to work at. Wearing a tuxedo was uncomfortable for him. In a minute another woman entered the room :
-Mr. Anderson, we’ve checked the tests, your results are awesome. And we’re impressed by your experience as well. - she looked excited - I don’t know the opinion of the boss, but our department agrees it would be a pleasure to work with such a professional.
- You can call me John, Ms. Emily - he was certainly flattered by such appreciation of his skills. - Did Mr. Richards see my results?
-Yes, he was impressed as well. - Ms. Emily smiled. It seemed she really liked a conversation - However, I’d suggest you not to show yourself off, otherwise, you’ll easily lose respect in his eyes.
-I guess he’ll make an exception for an old acquaintance- Anderson was smiling more and more and at some point, his smile sobered a memento of Emily’s sudden affection.
-Good luck to you, Sir - inner professional of Ms. Emily finally took the upper hand. She looked at him with some uncertainty in her eyes and left the room.
For the next ten minutes, John Anderson was entirely focused on his phone. Ashley, a girl he lived with for almost a year, was extremely jealous, and that day was no exception. No, there could be reasons for some jealousy, but for anyone aware of his view on a committed relationship jealousy would seem pointless.
As soon as he finished with calming her, the door opened. The boss was finally here. Feeling a bit nervous, he stood up to greet Adam Richards, his garage business partner and university friend.
-Anthony - he greeted Mr. Richards in the worst possible form- Why would you need such a wreck in a place so luxurious and effective?
-Andy- he smiled nostalgically- our tests don’t show you as such a wreck. Maybe they’re badly written. We’ll talk about that with the HR-department.
-Are you even serious in seeing me as a CIO? - as soon as he heard his university nickname, Anderson’s smile returned to him almost immediately.
-No, I’m not. - Richards was also in the mood- Only as a CIO at the barn, depending on the size and quality.
Mr. Richards took a seat. Anderson was staring at him, eyes laughing, waiting for another cue. In a minute, the cue was pronounced:
-Seriously, Andy, I need you as a CIO. I need security and speed. And I need a software to be mine. It’s too expensive to use consulting firms all the time, and I don’t even wanna hear about those outsourcers. The would be better at the zoo. Besides, I don’t trust them a bit
- And what will I get? -he was surprised by Richards’s decision to give the situation in his hands.
- My uttermost admiration - you had to know Anthony Richards to check out his smile at that moment. - Well, the highest level of access, $800k. a year, a house, a car with a driver, gym subscription, a tailor and a barber. And stocks. Well, and a helicopter, maybe.
- Don’t need anything except the money and the stocks. I asked what will I get.
-Aah, about a job… Well, it’d be your first task to tell me what exactly do you need, but we were thinking about 20 to 30 people who’ll build everything in two years. Does it suit you?
-You know I don’t like your ideas about running a company. Second home, motivation, that kind of nonsense. - it seems that for Anderson it was the only problem in the world
-The children always need a father. - Richards frowned a little - but for a brother, I can make an exception. - Anderson looked very happy - but only with the results from you. By the way, to what extent exactly don’t you like my ideas?
-To the extent that I’ll gladly throw at the window anyone talking about a mission of the company.
-Then you’ll need a separate building
-I will dress as I want, speak as I want, and I won’t see those rascals near my office. Also, I’ll hire people myself.
-Agreed.
For a couple of minutes, the room was in complete silence. Then, Anderson stood and said: “Order the contract to be printed”.
-Order it printed yourself - Richards was busy opening the fridge.
Next few years for John Anderson seemed to be unforgettable.
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