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Reynolds chewed her lip contemplatively, drumming her fingers on the table, before she finally said, “Mr. Marscomb....David...I can't officially hire you until I've seen the other candidates; but, comparing the prototypes they've submitted with yours...I can't see that I'll be very much more impressed. You won't get a call from me until later today. But,” she extended a pale arm lined with lean muscle, “let me be the first to unofficially welcome you to Mathers Incorporated.”
                  This time, David was unable to hide the grin that split his face as he shook the woman's hand vigorously.
                  He was still sporting that same smile as exited the office and headed into the elevator bay once more.
                  He'd made it.
                  He was in.
                  This was the first step in a long plan that he had been contriving for years, but one step was better than none at all. Atop that, precious Mathers Incorporated money could finally be put to good use. His mother could start seeing a doctor, and they could begin to slowly climb their way out of debt.
    It was eerie how, suddenly, as it had been for his father decades ago, the company was now everything.
                  However, David would be damned if he'd depend on it to hold him up.
                  He would keep his head down, and he wouldn't make waves...at least not visible ones. Then, when he was finally ready, he would strike.
                  As he waited for the elevator, the young, dark-haired woman who had accompanied him back to his interview, Margery, suddenly appeared behind him. She looked about the small, deserted section of the floor discreetly before approaching him to extend a thick, dark folder bound tightly with an 'M' stamped band. “Ms. Reynolds wanted me to pass this to you. She'd like you to start filling out the paperwork immediately...discreetly, of course.”
                  With a small smirk, David took the pro-offered papers. “Of course.”
                  Their exchange was interrupted as an advertisement for the company bloomed on the pristine, high definition screens on either side of the elevators before them. For a moment, David was transfixed, as equal measures of envy, intrigue, hatred, and curiosity assaulted him.
                  “ Here at Mathers, we put the interests of the customer first. We're on the clock twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, to ensure that you get excellent customer service and the most highly rated and up-to-date software. We're constantly innovating, and our prototypes are some of the highest scoring with diverse audiences in blind trials. With our quality money-back guarantee and our bold design team, you can be sure that every Mathers product you buy will be of the highest quality and lovingly made. So, choose Mathers for all your tech needs. Remember, if it isn't modern, it isn't Mathers.”
                  She was exactly five years younger than him.
                  When David had been nine, she'd been a toddler of four, and for the past 27 years, he had watched her grow and flourish while he had struggled in every facet of his life.
                  Charlotte Mathers was the poster child for Mathers Incorporated. As Emerson Mathers' daughter and only child, she had grown up in the business. After her father had retired five years ago, he'd turned it over to her.
                  David remembered watching the media follow her rapidly climbing family, as she'd played in the sprinklers on their fifty-acre estate, or was nearly buried under a mountain of birthday presents when she'd reached the age of fifteen. When she'd turned sixteen, her father had given her a Lamborghini for her birthday, and upon reaching eighteen, she'd been shipped off to England to attend Oxford—all padded by her