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“It seemed like more than that, but I guess it’s none of my business.”

Ryan leaned back, watched Grady pull out a folder, and hoped like hell that was the last question he was going to get about Ivy.

“This is information about the office, what we do, and the comp plan we would like to offer you,” Grady said, as he pushed the folder across the desk.

Ryan opened the folder and flipped through the papers. He whistled when he read the last page. “Is this number correct?”

“Absolutely. I know it sounds like a lot, but it isn’t crazy. When Max started the company, he wanted to replicate what we did on the Teams in the private sector. He didn’t start the company to get rich off the people he worked with. We are a company that believes in sharing the wealth and investing in the people who join us.”

“Damn. I had no idea. Don’t you want to ask me some questions before you offer me a job?”

“I worked with you, so I don’t need to ask you anything except…when would you like to start?”

“I’ve never interviewed for a job, but I’m pretty sure there has to be more to it than that.”

“Not here. We work with Team guys and people who come from the SOF community, so questions are not always necessary.”

“I’m not sure if I want to settle in Miami. That’s my only reservation.”

“Why don’t you try it for a couple of months and then see how you feel? I live in Pinecrest, and you can stay in my house because it’s empty. I live next door with Sara, so you would have it all to yourself.”

“You’re making an offer that I can’t refuse.”

“Is it working?”

Ryan leaned forward and put out his hand. “It is. Thanks for the opportunity.”

Grady shook Ryan’s hand and grinned. “Leaving the Teams was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Working with Joel and the guys allowed me to make the transition. I hope the same is true for you.”

“Me too,” Ryan replied. “I haven’t enjoyed the last couple of months because I couldn’t imagine finding something that I would love as much as being a SEAL. What you guys have here gives me hope.”

Grady knocked his fist on the desk and grinned. “Let’s hunt up Joel and get something to eat. I have a feeling that you’re going to like it here.”

He hoped like hell Grady was right, because he was ready to get his new life started.

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