Nov 16, 2009 00:02
He sits staring at the screen for something close to a minute, trying to persuade himself that it's real.
This is to confirm our receipt of your formal acceptance.
We are pleased to welcome you to Greenleaf-Iskelion.
Please expect communication from the human resources specialist attached to our research and clinical services department regarding the time, date, and location of your orientation. This will occur after you have completed relocation to Logan City, Praxed. Your attached specialist will assist you with the logistics of your move as well.
Your anticipated formal start date is February 1, 2524. We have appended a copy of your formal job description.
We look forward to a fruitful working relationship with you. Please do not hesitate to let your specialist know of any concerns or issues that we can help you resolve.
Best regards,
Cline Guo
Senior Chief Officer for Human Resources
It's one of the harder things he's ever had to do, raising his voice at the dinner table that night, even after Kaylee's steady nod. Seeing them all look at him; knowing they already know, or suspect, what he's going to say.
"I," he starts -- and absurdly, all he can think of is the day the engines blew out, the first year he was on this ship; it was his birthday, and they made him a cake.
This crew's been my family. And this ship's been my home.
"You all know by now that I've been offered a job, on Praxed."
A long beat, a deep breath.
"It seems I'm taking it."