12-30-2025, 02:09 PM
Ephraim sat back and steepled his fingers to listen. It wasn’t a devious posture, just an attentive one. Diverse interests suggested a certain amount of malleability, but also the potential for too much distraction. That wasn’t exactly untenable; Paragon cultivated genius, and it rewarded creativity which sought to shuck the chains of convention. Many of its most successful scientists were… unusual characters, to say the least. Risks aside, Sage would probably do well. Nothing would be decided properly until his lawyers had combed through the NDA and negotiated anything unacceptable into more favourable terms – that went without saying of course. But the gears in Ephraim’s head were turning, and he was intrigued.
They spoke a while longer. Eph didn’t lay thick the charm – Sage gave every impression of straight-forwarded honesty and a lacking awareness for social norms. He doubted the man cared whether Ephraim was a likeable figure. He just wanted to know whether this was a door which would unlock for him or not.
He asked Sage to provide a dossier of potential projects, and informed him that he would be in touch once the legalities and minutiae of a contract were finalised. Then he stood, shook the man’s hand with an angel’s grin, and welcomed him to Paragon.


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