Lotus Oden's POV
The Captain was not accepting our rubbish today.
Snow had begun to kiss the windows of the conference room, a blustery chill had blown in that was hindering the Christmas shopping progress.not that I was one of them. I did not have anyone to shop for, at least not that would notice. None of these people in this room cared, either. But I couldn't help daydreaming when I looked at the white stuff accumulating outside.
It was snowing in Cambridge the day the Captain had walked into the room at Cambridge University where I sat, depressed and broken after being informed of my dreams flushed down the toilet, and offered me the deal that would change my life forever. Better or worse.
You have a skillset that impressed us, Mr. Oden. We'd like to take a shot at it. Would you be
