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The Titan of Light extends his hand
Jay was brought out to the visitation area, thinking he’d be seeing Jonathan Blake again. Cuz let’s be real, that’s the only person who still cares to come see him anymore. His family stopped bothering after their first couple of tries. They were annoying, just berating him about how he should have been better and shit.
But once he saw who it was, it was not anyone familiar. This was a new person. “Ah, Mr. Finch. So good to meet you.” It was a voice so.. devilishly smooth. Like something from a sketchy dealer you probably don’t actually want to make deals with.
“Just call me ‘Jay.’“ Jay had been somewhat cringing every time someone associated him with that last name. The name from his father, who was a former cop. So the authority in this building was especially looking at Jay with disappointment. Which he sort of reveled in. Destroying everyone’s expectations of him was a goal.
“Alright, Jay. My name is Jeffrey Blake. I’ve come here with a proposition. One I’m sure you’d love to take, seeing as if you don’t, well, you’ll be stuck here for life.”
“‘Blake?’” Maybe this guy was related to Jonathan. And did Jay really want to just die in jail on boring-ass Eden-5? No, not really. It would be too soon. “You’re a dude in a business suit,” he pointed out. Anything would be better than death row, but a business sounds like dying of boredom.
“Yes, well, I work for Hyperion. I know you may not be suited for menial office work or accounting, from what I’ve heard. But we do have some.. other positions we could fill with someone of your skill. Although, you may have to do some of that menial office work temporarily. But I promise you, you won’t be stuck there forever. We’re building some facilities on Pandora we’d transfer you to once they’re completed.”
Okay, that actually sounded interesting. “Alright,” he said with a slight grin. “Sounding good so far, already.” He’ll worry about the details later. Mr. Blake could probably fill him in as things go. “Now get me outta here.”
