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Monday, October 22, 2068, 7:40 p.m., Tracy Island
Jeff sat behind his desk, still feeling comfortably full after the evening's dinner. He pulled up the Tracy Industries' internal network page, and clicked on "Human Resources". The tab marked, "Careers" sported a yellow star, as it did most days. There always seemed to be hiring going on within the company, usually for the many manufacturing plants worldwide.
The side menu had a list of types of jobs available, and some of them sported yellow stars, indicating that new jobs had been listed. One of these was transportation, and Jeff clicked on that. A drop down list gave him further choices, and he clicked on "flight". New jobs were always listed at the top, and there it was, the ad he hoped would bring in a new pilot, one who could replace Heather.
"Help Wanted: Commercial pilot for corporate fleet. Able to fly Lear and Tracy Aero fixed-wing jets and helijets, long and short distances, with passengers. Must be willing to relocate. Ability to speak more than one language an asset but not a requirement. Apply Human Resources office, Tracy Industries, New York, NY, USA."
He nodded to himself, pleased with what he saw. Looking at the left-hand menu again, he moved his cursor up a bit to "Support Staff". The page changed, and he selected the drop-down menu choice of "Food Service".
"Help Wanted: Sous chef. Able to assist head chef in small kitchen facility. Experience needed in preparing entrées, salads, appetizers, breads and desserts for small groups. Thorough knowledge of kitchen maintenance, food storage and safety is considered critical, and ability to lift heavy objects essential. Must be willing to relocate. Fluency in English a must; ability to speak another language an asset. Apply Human Resources Office, Los Angeles, CA, USA."
"That one was hard to design," Jeff muttered as he read it again. "We didn't want to make it look as if we were looking for a personal chef, but because it's a small kitchen... it was difficult to pare down all the qualifications that Ma insisted on." He shook his head. "Whoever comes along will sure get a thorough grilling!"
He sighed, remembering the discussion, and the talk he had later with Kyrano about Paris. Lisa sat in on that, and was horrified to hear how close her fiancé had come to capture by his half-brother.
"Now I wish I'd gone with you, Tuan!" she exclaimed, her tone concerned. "With the two of us... he couldn't have taken us both on at one time, I'm sure!"
Kyrano took her hand and patted her arm. "I am glad you were not there, dear one. I have no desire for him to know that you are in my life and will become my wife. If he had ensnared you in his power, what then would I have done?"
"Still, Kyrano, you were very lucky," Jeff said, his brows knit in a frown.
"No. Unlucky, perhaps, for him to have been in Paris when I was, and for him to have seen and followed me," Kyrano replied with a sigh. "But you do not trust to luck, do you, Mr. Tracy? I am grateful you had someone watching and following. Thank you for your foresightedness."
"With the attempted incursions we've had over the past few months, it seemed the wisest course to take." Jeff scratched the back of his head. "I guess it hit me that personal protection and safety should be a family affair... and you certainly are family."
And will become even closer family once he and Lisa finally tie the knot, Jeff thought as he logged out of the internal network . I wonder how close they are to setting a date. Weddings take time to plan -- as well I know!
He stood and stretched, glancing up as Tyler peeked around the grillwork between the lounge and the study.
"Dad?"
"Yes, Ty?"
"Wanna play some pinball with me?"
Jeff put on a thoughtful face as he crossed the room. "Hm. I guess so. But I usually lose when I play against you."
It was Tyler's turn to put on a thoughtful look. "Wellll, maybe we can play air hockey, instead. You're better at that than pinball."
Chuckling, Jeff tousled Tyler's stiff hair. "How about we play one game of air hockey, and one of pinball? I think there should be time before you have to go to bed. What do you say?"
"Cool!" Tyler replied, grinning. He grabbed Jeff's hand, pulling him toward the study door. "C'mon! Last one to the game room goes second!"
"I'm coming!" Jeff exclaimed, breaking into a trot. "You're going to lose tonight, son!"
  
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