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Walking up to the front of the National Group Bank where I used to work brought back a lot of memories. I spent over four years of my life there and I never thought I would be back. I met a lot of great people over the years and now it was time to cherry pick those people for my company.
“Hi, I’m here to see Charles Cameron, can you see if he is working today please,” I said through the security intercom.
“What’s your name?” the voice responded back.
“Trevor Morrison.”
“One moment please.”
I glanced around and took in the familiar sights. I saw a few people outside smoking cigarettes, but I did not recognize any of them.
“Mr. Morrison, Mr. Cameron is on his way.”
“Okay, thank you.”
A few moments later, a familiar face emerged from the revolving glass doors. “Trevor, how’s it going? Long time no see,” Charles said with a huge smile and a handshake.
“I’m doing really well, Charles, it’s so good to see you.”
“What brings you by?”
“I just wanted to catch up with some people. Are you still managing the old team?”
“Yeah, I’m still managing a few of the old crew. Tami is still there, and Grace… did you ever work with Mark?”
“No, I’m not sure that I did. How about Eduardo, is he still there?” I asked.
“No, he left a few years ago. He was transferred to one of the branches.”
“I don’t suppose you know which one?”
“I think it was the downtown branch on West Georgia.”
“Oh really, that’s close to where I live, maybe I’ll pop by and say hello.”
“How about George Foster, is he still around?”
“Yeah, George is still here.”
After we exchanged pleasantries, I revealed the real reason why I was there.
“Charles, let me ask you something. What if an opportunity came your way that allowed you to be a part of something revolutionary, something you could be proud of, would you do it?”
“I don’t know, it depends on what it is.”
“The truth is Charles, I’m putting together a team for my new company and I want you to be a part of it. I’m offering you the chance of a lifetime to be a part of something special. Of course, I will compensate you appropriately. Would you like to hear more?”
“You know, it sounds tempting, but I’m too old to start changing careers now. Perhaps if you came to me ten years ago, I would consider it. But I’ll be retiring next year, so I think I’ll just stay put.”
“Okay, no problem, I totally understand. Now that I’m back in town, we should stay in touch.”
“Yeah, that would be good.”
“Hey, do you think you could drop off these letters to Tami and George for me, please?” I handed him two fancy envelopes.
“Sure, no problem.”
“And here, take my card.”
“Unity Inc.,” he read. “What’s this?”
“Let’s get together for a drink sometime and I’ll tell you all about it.”
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