I sometimes imagine people in dark suits deciding on my future in a low voice. I sometimes imagine a picture of me popping up on a screen and guys blinking at each other behind their sunglasses.
But the truth is, I have no idea. I don’t have a clue how all of this happens, who decides who is going to do what and where. The only thing I thought I knew was when decisions were made. Well I had that wrong too.
Last Wednesday, a month earlier than expected, the Agency offered me a job. I can’t tell where it is yet as it is most highly unofficial and other offers should follow. But I’ll give two clues:
- Mademoiselle Red and I are pretty excited
- Mademoiselle Red’s less tall brother described the offer as “pretty fucking cool”
But to find out more, we’ll have to wait a few weeks.