Crossposting from SB. Am curious to see if anyone guesses who Jousha is.
An Undisclosed Location:
A man walked into a office, scanning the area, and then studied his employer was staring at the cheerfully going flames of a fireplace. "Ma'am?"
"Yes, Jousha?" The mature and elegant woman turned to him, seeming a bit distant and sad.
"I have updated information on Wildflower. Would you prefer to wait til tomorrow and your normal briefing?" The man asked.
The woman's eyebrow rose slightly, and she smiled. "I'm sure you would have waited til the morning, to not disturb my thoughts, you are a considerate person, unless you thought this was of some importance." She paused, and smiled softly. "Considering what it is about, disturbing my ponderings of family... please, sit." She waved an hand at a chair across from her
The man didn't verbally respond, but a simple nod of his head, and he sat as directed. Clearing his throat after a nod from the woman, he spoke. "As you are aware, Wildflower attended Night City University's Paramedic program, graduating at the top of her class. What my people did not find out was that Trauma team had waived the normal experience requirement down to a year."
"She must have impressed someone, as expected, though did you find out why she did not perfect her exam?" The woman's tone was curious.
"From what I found, it is that program's policy that no one gets a perfect. They admitted they were sorely tempted to break it for her." He smiled to the slight smile on the woman's face.
"Continue, and excellent work. Complement your people for me, if you would be so kind." She nodded.
"I already have, expecting such. However, they also have gotten new information. She applied to Trauma Team." At her nod, he continued. "She applied well before her year experience was up, and got to the base visit part of their hiring process." The woman's expression indicated some curiosity, so he expanded. "Besides all the normal processes Trauma Team goes though, they add a process which unofficially is called… forgive me for this, "Asshole check", intended to see if the potential hire can get along." He paused.
"You are more than forgiven, Joshua, that profession… I would be surprised if they weren't a bit… crude." She smiled.
"Of course." The man paused, gathering his thoughts. "While I will expand on it at breakfast, she was involved during the visit in a … call that did not prove typical for Trauma Team. While I haven't gotten all the details, she truly impressed them, and they not only extended her a tentative contract offer before she could even finish getting home, they started the process of buying out her current contract." He spread his hands slightly with a smile. "As well as pinging off our networks for obvious reasons."
"Blood will tell, Joshua, of course they would be impressed." She paused and shook her head slightly. "Retain operations… I will consider this new information. Do you know more details on her dabbling into …" She paused for a moment, then nodded. "Some illicit trade?"
"It's not criminal, nor is it…" The man leaned back slightly, clearly searching for a word "destructive. More going along with Biotechinca's tricks to expand their market share on their premier stimulant."
"... Better, I suppose, but we still don't know why she is trying to accumulate money, do we?" The woman raised an eyebrow. "Based on what you found out from her education, she was expected to be a netrunner or systems administrator, not a talented medical person."
"Correct ma'am, and no we aren't sure, not without asking her. My assumption, all things considered, is a high possibility that she's considering medical school." The man sighed. "But given your instructions…"
The woman smiled sadly. "While I allowed Annette Rose to do as she would… there had to be a price, you know that. But… Her daughter now."
"Of course Ma'am. Instructions?" The man inclined his head.
"You will have them at breakfast, Joshua. Please, go get some sleep. You are always so hard working." The woman smiled. "I would say make time for a family, but…"
The man stood and shook his head. "I would respond as always. Good night, Ma'am." With another bow of his head, he turned and strolled out.
"Mm… Annette, what would you think of your daughter now." The woman mused as she looked into the fire. "And what should I do with our wayward young flower."