"Emma. She just had her first birthday." He shook
his head, letting Tom see that he appreciated the gravity and the
wonder of it.
"Mary and I have twins. The future becomes--more important," Tom said.
Daddy would love this guy.
"You want to do your part," Oliver said.
"I'll be honest with you," Tom said, leaning forward, "we're looking
for a good man for our MIS position. We need someone who can handle
challenge, take on responsibility. Technology is changing fast, Oliver;
Pilgrim must change with it. We're a large organization, but we keep a
small turning radius. That's how we stay in front of the competition.
Teamwork. You know--in the last analysis--business is all about
people." He stopped to gauge Oliver's enthusiasm. Underneath all the
nautical bullshit, Oliver sensed a fairly sharp guy, hard-working
anyway.
"I can do the work," he said. "But it would take me six months to get
up to speed."
"We've got four," Tom said.
"What are weekends for?" Oliver asked. That got him the job. That and
the Jennifer connection and some boat talk.
He walked to Deweys and was greeted loudly by George. "Olive Oil, my
God!" George waved at Oliver's blazer, slacks, and shiny shoes.
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