Nathan Summers (alter_nate_ive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-29 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, nathan summers (cable), winston frost |
An ending or a beginning...
Who: Nate Narrative(with Winston Frost(NPC))
Where: The Frost Compound
What: A job interview and the meeting of two generations, one removed
When: 04/26
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete
The day after Emma and Winston’s meeting, a call went out and Nate found himself invited to the bastion that was Frost Compound. They had owned a tower, but under Emma’s influence, they had already moved to a campus which was armed with generators, security and solar, water, and wind power mechanisms which combined to make the compound use no local power at all, and indeed, give back more energy than it would have had to draw.
Nate responded to the call and arrived for an interview, apparently for a job he had not applied for. But the chance to talk to Winston and to learn more about her family business, and about that life, was intriguing.
When he arrived in the room to be interviewed, he waited for Winston, curious, apprehensive, and unsure.
Winston had acted on the combination of a plan and a whim, or rather a whim that had, within moments become a plan. Emma needed time off, and if he knew the look in her eye which looked so like his wife’s eyes, he knew she might be doubting her place with Frost, now. So plans must be made, and seeds for hope lain. And Nate was the cue to those plans and seeds. The boy, by every ounce of research Winston could do, was precociously smart, insanely active and proactive, curiously quiet when it came to making an impact, and yet quietly, he was someone who knew and was known, by a lot of people.
And Winston found himself looking forward to this.
Nate turned when he heard the door open, and saw Winston come in. And he smiled. “Hello, Mister Frost. It’s nice to meet you at last.” He extended his hand, politely, as he rose to move to meet the man. His step-grandfather. Heh.
Winston surveyed this youngster, and smiled pleasantly, finding him cute, and possibly smug. He shook his hand seriously, then took his seat behind the desk and gestuired for Nate to sit as well which he did.
“Tell me. Why are you here?”
Nate considered the question, no, the command, for a moment, then grinned. “Because I’m curious. Because i want to do, not just wonder., Because this is a heritage I am folded into, if not born to. And I want to know it, and you.”
His voice was confident, and he nodded, with a smile.
Then, “and because it sounds like fun.” He grinned wider.
Winston chuckled. “Honesty? I’ll be damned. I’d hire you for that alone.” He sat back, impressed and amused. “Do you know what I want with you?” Testing, probing, fencing...
Nate grinned, feeling a sense of interest and a strange satisfaction from the man. He felt confidence bloom. “YOu want to know if I have the stuff to someday lead this company. ANd if not, if I can even be trusted to work here.” It was, after all, the only thing that made sense. After Emmamom had come here to take time off, and with her recently having to deal with so much, Nate was willing to bet Winston was hedging his bets.
Winston chuckled. Damn. Where had this kid been for the last... right. Stupid age laws. He leaned forward. “What do you want?”
“To know this place, to make a difference, to make money for life and family, and for me. To work and have it matter, not just as a cog, but as something being done, for real. And, also, to get to know you.” Nate’s answer was unswerving and unhesitating.
Winston swallowed. Damn. Emma had already had some influence on this kid... His plans shifted and gained strength and he leaned back stroking his face so as to not show eagerness.
“If I give you a job as an intern, learning the ropes, learning to do things, not just be a cog, do you think you can handle it and be responsible?”
“Yes, sir. I can. Mind you, Orange County might interfere a few times, but where I can, and if it is within my power, yes.” Nate nodded, willing to make that promise.
“Good. Now, what can you tell me about Emma.” Winston answered back swift as a snake.
“Nothing at all, sir. That’s personal, and won't be part of the job.” Nate countered just as fast, grinning.
Winston smirked. “Even if the jkob depended on it?”
“Then i wouldn't be a job i wanted sir.” Nate nodded.
And Winston finalled truly smiled. “Hell, kid, You’re hired.” He had no choice, really. This kid was worth it. Whether or not he could cut it? That was another matter.
“Four hours a day, five days a week, every other week you get Wednesdays off, and you get paid $13.00 an hour to start. Full benefits. ” Winston laid it out.
Nate whistled. “Wow... I accept, please?” He grinned as he bounced, discarding seriousness now.
“Does this mean I can stop being serious for a bit and just ask you how you are, grandad?”
Winston laughed and nodded, sitting back, and knowing he was so doomed. “Sure, Nate. It definitely means that...”
FIN.