You find Winston in his office at the end of the corridor.
"It's signed," you say, placing the contract before him.
"Let me be the first to offer my congratulations," he says. "I hope our relationship will be long and prosperous. Now, come with me. Your first duty is a public announcement to state your acceptance of this post.""It was the company that threatened you and compiled evidence against you," Winston reminds you. "Bear a grudge if you will, but don't single me out above every other man and woman in this building."
Winston pages his assistant, a Miss Nakamura, and the three of you descend to the building's lobby and pass through its great revolving door, out to your waiting car.
There, on the sidewalk, you take a moment to look up at the tower reaching up into the sky above you. It is 570 feet tall—aside from the Space Needle, it's the tallest building in Seattle. Including sublevels, it contains 88 floors.
And now it's yours.
"Mr. .? I'm your new assistant."
You glance up. Your official Cadillac is parked in front of you—one of many the perks of being CEO of MetaHuman. Beside it stands a man of fifty or so, his hand extended in greeting.
"Robert Leach. A pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Leach here was Anaru Katariki's personal assistant," says Winston, beside you. "Now he's yours."