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“You aren’t helping,” Zach complained.
“The real question is are you set on reenlisting or would you consider other alternatives.”
“I spent most of my time walking around in town tonight asking that very question. I even called my parents to talk through my options with them.”
“And?”
Zach felt a bit guilty talking to Allison’s father first before even having this conversation with her, but he answered truthfully. “I’ve decided to start exploring other opportunities now so I can see what’s out there for someone with my skills. I’d rather not fly commercial routes, but would consider it for the right opportunity. I absolutely refuse to settle for flying traffic helicopters or crop dusting.”
Zach was grateful Mr. Benson laughed with him at what was supposed to be his poor attempt at humor.
“Believe me, you won’t have any problem finding something much more suitable. In fact,”
Walter stood up and walked to his desk mid-sentence. Zach watched curiously as he pulled a small card from his top desk drawer. He walked over and held it out.
“What is this?” Zach asked as he took the card. Glancing down, it was an all- black card on both sides. The only thing printed on it were the letters BSO followed by an eight-hundred number. No address. No name. Not even an email or website.
The older man didn’t answer right away. Only after taking his seat again and finishing the last sip of his scotch did he finally answer cryptically. “If you are serious about leaving the Marines, I think you should set up an interview with the folks at the other end of that number.”
“What kind of job would it be?”
“I can’t answer that,” he said flatly.
“Would I still get to fly?”
“I can’t answer that.”
“What kind of money would I be able to make.”
Their eyes met. Even though he still said the words, “I can’t answer that,” Zach was beginning to understand.
He had one final question. “Is it legal?” It was just a formality. Surely, Allison’s father would never recommend him for an unethical job.
The long pause unnerved Zach, but his answer was even worse. “I can’t answer that.” Finally, he did expound on his cryptic answer. “I can’t promise you anything other than an interview. The rest will be up to you, but… if you are considering retiring from active duty, I would consider it a personal favor if you would at least go in for an interview. That way you’ll be able to get answers to your questions… answers I’m not authorized to give you. If you decide it’s not for you, then I’ll respect your decision.”
“This job. It would be something that Allie would be able to get behind?”
“It would.”
Zach finished his drink so he could have a bit more time to consider all the men had talked about. Standing, he set the glass down on the coffee table between them and finally answered.
“I’d like some time to think about all of this if you don’t mind.”
“Of course. Go talk with Allison. I’m sure she’s climbing the walls, worried about what we’re talking about. If you decide you’d like to learn more, give me a call first. I’ll need to give them my recommendation before they’ll see you.”
“Thanks.” Zach turned and had only taken a few steps toward the door when he stopped and turned back. “Actually, since this would just be an interview — I wouldn’t have to commit to anything if I don’t like it, right?”
“Of course not.”
“Well then, I’ll take you up on your offer. Just let me know when it would be okay for me to call to arrange an interview.”
“Excellent. I’ll make the call after the holidays. Don’t be alarmed if it takes a few weeks.”
“Okay… well then, goodnight, sir.”
“Goodnight, Zachary.”
Chapter Twenty-one
