Cohesion Group A arrived at the theater together, as the email specified.
Bill Culdern had a nervous confidence. He really wanted to plant his flag at his new job, make professional and personal progress, and truly he felt the strong desire, embracing the cliche, to make a difference.
The marquee read Welcome Deltagift Teammates and underneath that: Peace.
“This is not anything,” Culdern said, “like what I was used to at Continental Petroleum.”
Ivan Urdwell laughed.
“You watched one of Quasar’s speeches before you accepted the position, right? Not the one they make you watch, but some of the Youtube stuff?”
“Quasar?” Culdern asked.
Walt Miller slipped his arm over Culdern and leaned in.
“Cuellar. We call him Quasar because he thinks he’s such a star in the progressive corporations world.”
Culdern’s eyes opened slightly wider, curiously annoyed.
“Rasmus Cuellar seems to be a star, certainly,” Culdern said. “But a quasar is not a star. It’s a supermassive black hole in a gaseous galaxy. Its illumination emanates from spirals of the gas heating up as it inflows, projecting visible radiation across the electromagnetic spectrum. Rasmus is a star in his chosen galaxy, a quasar is not.”
Ivan stopped, jammed his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.
“You sure this is your first Deltagift meeting?”
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