When I finally came to work, ready to see what was going on, I was greeted by a surprising sight. Our shared office was full of people. As I fixated on their faces, I remembered their names.
The young (still older than me, but the only person younger than me is Jill, the secretary), blonde guy, was called Darren Steele; he was hired to help Mr. Helygen with increasing the greenhouse's production. Ashton Hurlock, the stocky, solid, thirty-year-old alchemist, was working under me to figure out how to increase the extraction to industrial quantities; Kevin Wyman, the other alchemist, was just a bit older than me and was helping me with the equivalency studies.
I guess things advanced fast here. But that's what a start-up is supposed to do, grow fast.
"Good afternoon, Miss Bedwen," Mr. Hurl
