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The following morning, Casey and Otto headed to the farmer’s market, while Suzette, Miller, and Riley were scheduled for interviews, and George and Teddy were already in orientation at RMN.
“George and Teddy, we’re glad you’re with us,” said the man. “My name is Kevin, and I’m the operations manager here at RMN.”
“We’re glad to have the chance,” said Teddy.
“Mostly what you’ll be doing is office clean-up, emptying trash bins, wiping down counters in the research areas, that sort of thing. You’ll need to wear clean suits, covers on your shoes, and, in some areas, masks.”
“For food?” frowned George. The man chuckled, shaking his head.
“We’re developing food here,” said Kevin. “It’s sort of like Dolly the sheep. Remember, years back, they cloned a sheep, Dolly. We’re cloning food here. We’re taking living organisms and replicating them to create food.”
“Why?” asked Teddy. “I mean, is there not enough food for us?”
“There won’t be in twenty or thirty years. The way the population is growing, global warming, all of it, we’ll be struggling to feed our populations. RMN will be at the pinnacle of this new venture. We’ve already created laboratory versions of steak, pork chops, even chicken. Now, we’re working on produce as well.”
“I see,” nodded George. “Well, I’m just an old country boy. I don’t understand it, but then again, I don’t have to.”
“No, sir, you don’t need to understand it. In fact, we prefer that only our scientists understand the process. Trade secrets and all of that.”
“Sure, of course,” nodded Teddy. “Well, where do we get started?”
“Let’s get you your clean suits, and I’ll show you the floor area where you’ll be working. We have a full-service cafeteria serving only our products, of course. You’re welcome to bring your own food if you want to until you get used to ours.”
“Used to?” frowned George.
“Well, sometimes people who just start eating RMN have side effects like nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, and skin rashes.” George frowned at the man, then turned to Teddy.
“I think I’ll bring my own lunch.”
Suzette, Riley, and Miller were seated in a large conference room on one side of a conference table.
“Is this a group interview?” whispered Riley. Suzette shrugged her shoulders, then watched as Miller signed beneath the table, on the top of his thigh.
Cameras and listening.
“I guess it is,” said Suzette. “I’m Suzette DiMarco.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Riley. “Riley Neill.”
“Ladies. I’m Pierre Hebert.” He’d chosen to use a different last name simply because the Robicheaux name was so well known in the area.
“You’re local?” asked Suzette with a grin.
“I am. My family has been here a while now. Annoying brothers and sisters.” Suzette glared at him, sending daggers his way. She’d get even with him later for that one. When the door opened, two younger men walked in, probably in their early thirties.
“Good morning. Thank you for waiting for us,” smiled one man. “I’m Alex Keogh, and this is my brother, Martin.”
“I’m Suzette DiMarco.”
“Riley Neill.” Miller stood, stretching out his huge bear paw. The two men looked at one another, then back at the trio.
“Pierre Hebert. Nice to meet you.”
“That’s quite a handshake, Mr. Hebert. I see you’ve had some experience in a laboratory. Was it recreating bigfoot?” Miller didn’t even flinch.
“Yes.” There was nervous laughter, then the Keogh’s motioned for them to take their seats.
“We’re expanding rapidly, and we’re pressing to be available to the general public by December of next year. In order to do that, we need to get these products to mass market.”
