Keyhole Apartments, Riverside, Coast City
Jorgi directly interfaces with his phone, dialing the numbers in his mind and hearing the dial tone without the crude intermediary of an actual receiver set.
After two rings, a male voice answers. "Jack Springs, Superior Geeks Services, how can I help you?"
"HimynameisJorgiVadislav, I'mcallingaboutthejobposting," he says, replicating his voice in electronic signals through the phone set.
"Whoa there," Jack says. "Slow down just a notch. What did you say your name was?"
"Jorgi Vadislav," he says, slowing to an almost painful pace.
"And you're calling about the job?" Jack asks.
"Yeah."
"Well, how about you start by telling me what kind of skills and experience you have," he says. Jorgi gives him a brief overview, occasionally forgetting to talk slowly. He makes a point of glossing over the nature of his former employers...the Russian mobsters.
"Sounds like you know your stuff," Jack says, seemingly satisfied. "I'll have to say that your timing is impeccable. I needed one employee as of this morning. Then the feds busted two of my other employees for hacking a DoD site just a couple hours ago. Now I'm getting desperate.
"Tell you what. I've got a job at the Hightower Convention Center tomorrow afternoon through the evening. Gotta set up some computer and AV equipment for a conference. Why don't you meet me there around 3'ish? We'll call it an 'under fire' live interview. Just tell the folks at the front desk that you're there for the Metahumans@Work conference and they'll point you to the right place.
"Sound good?"