Halcyon's first rays peeked over the Misty Mountains and blanketed the countryside before making their way over the city's walls and enveloping the city below. From his office on the southeast corner of the Hermes Building's hundred and forty fourth floor, Paul Jones could see for dozens of miles. Today he was watching the sun come up. He had been in his office since before Halcyon had even turned the eastern sky purple, and was distracted from the stack of resumés on his desk by the light reflecting off of a picture frame and into his eyes. Now that Halcyon had risen a bit and the angle had changed, the light on the frame's glass was no longer blinding and distracting. Now it simply illuminated the thin coating of dust that stuck to the surface and the picture below. It was his wife and three little girls. Mr. Jones glanced back out the window at the silhouetted mountains once more and thought about the last time that he and his family went camping up in their wilderness.
He wasn't being paid to reminisce, however, and soon got back to work. He would be holding interviews within a few hours, and he needed to be familiar with the candidates before they arrived. Most of the resumés were your run of the mill BA in basket weaving at a provincial school kids, but one in particular stood out.
Jay Treven.
According to his resumé, he earned a Master's degree at the Austere Cove Institute in only six years, won his high school's science fair with an electrothermal combustion cannon as a freshman, and helped the police solve a murder case as a junior in college. Probably a bunch of bullshit. Paul thought, but he liked the guy's style. If he could bullshit people half as well in person as he seemed to be capable of doing on paper, he'd have the job.
