“Philips, you’ve seen the news. The economy is in shambles. Getting a five-year guaranteed contract with built-in cost-of-living adjustments would secure your future. And you could still work within the national intelligence apparatus. A lot of your colleagues have already made the jump.” Natalie Philips looked across the table at two sharply attired recruiters from Weyburn Labs. They were sitting in the agency cafeteria. It had been months since the incident at Merritt’s funeral, and she had al...ready been folded back into the NSA’s Crypto division—albeit stripped of decision-making authority. “You’re wasting your time, gentlemen. And I don’t appreciate being ambushed like this. ” “Look, the public sector is a great place for backbenchers, but someone of your prodigious intellect could have a bright future.” He leaned forward. “You could still finish your current project—” The second executive finished for him. “But at a substantially higher salary.” “And performance bonuses.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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