***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***
Nate wasn’t sure exactly what his new career had in store for him, but he was pretty sure he’d enjoy it.
After college he spent a few years working in a federal agency as an investigator, but eventually he felt the urge to see what else was out there in the private sector. The specialized training he had received in intelligence collection made him fairly marketable. It had been a few months, however, and he had yet to find something that interested him.
Nate was about to settle for a mediocre position as a data analyst for the time being when he received a large, white envelope in the mail. It had a burgundy red stylized “SG” stamp in the upper right hand corner. The return address showed it was from a “Suada Group.”
Nate took the envelope inside and opened the envelope. As he sipped his coffee he read the following on the single piece of hardstock paper he found inside:
Mr. Nathaniel Jones,