17 VETTING
Carlos Oreta entered O’Rourke’s office and flopped down in the visitor chair. The handsome, six-foot-one Latino with tanned skin, brown eyes, and curly black hair smiled. Tan slacks and a blue blazer, even without a gold badge, made him look like the law. At twenty-eight he’d earned a degree from Fresno State in law enforcement and worked briefly with a private investigation firm before being recruited by Cybernetic, where he’d been a security agent for almost two years. He earned his boss’s praise by doing well on additional FBI training courses and expected to rise to Chief of Security within ten years.
“What’s up, Mark?” Carlos asked, eager as a tiger about to be fed.
“Dr. Valois wants to offer the tech job to a qualified candidate, Antoinette Marino, who has some ques
