by Brett P. S.
“It’s highly unlikely you will remain a teacher in any fashion,” she said. “That’s why Caliber sent me to meet with you. Name’s Sakamoto. I’m the organization’s official head recruiter.”
“You can stop right there,” Hugo said. “You don’t want to work for your organization. I apologize if I’ve wasted your time.”
“You misunderstand,” Sakamoto said. “I’m not asking you to work for Caliber. You’re not that powerful.” She chuckled and Hugo sunk back a little. “Caliber donates a considerable amount of its wealth to a joint education program between a number of governments. Perhaps you’ve heard of the JCU?”
That he had. Hugo rubbed his chin and proceeded to stroke back his thinning hair.
“You’re asking an awful lot of me,” he said. “I suppose I have little choice, however.”
“I expected you’d agree,” she said. “What a name. Flash Point. God, you’re pretentious.”
“You peeked!” Hugo shouted. “I was saving that for the big reveal!”
Sakamoto stood up and stuffed her papers snugly into her folder before she turned toward the exit. She walked over and pulled the door open but paused and looked back.
“We’ll send transport for you tomorrow morning,” she said. “The next semester begins in two weeks, professor.”