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plenty of chance to grow into new responsibilities and learn new skills."

"Oh, sign me up," he muttered. "It's clearly Heaven on earth. Yet you're going to give up your wings and
rejoin us mortals?"

She ignored his sarcasm, determined to answer him even if he didn't care about the answer. "The thing
about possibly working here that appeals to me is the chance to develop software that will be broadly
used. The code I write at Providential is important, but it's only used internally by a relatively small
number of people. Here, all your customers benefit from every small efficiency or extra feature that gets
added."

He nodded - grudgingly, it seemed. "That's a double-edged sword, you realize. They see all the bugs and
design butcheries, too. But I have to admit I like it when a customer buys our system, at least in part
because of my code."

Apparently, Bill wasn't a complete jerk. She asked, "Have you worked here from the beginning?" The
company was only about six years old, so it was possible. He seemed to be in his late twenties.

"Pretty much. When I graduated, TechDoc was in the first stages of development. None of the other
engineers have been here that long. Which reminds me - who've you met so far?"

She thought through the day's interviews. "The only developer's been Jake. There's someone else I was
supposed to see, but he was delayed at a customer site."

Bill nodded. "That's got to be Scott. His title's Chief Designer, but it might as well be God."

"Is he demanding?"

"Only if you have your own mind, or can't write as many lines of code a day as he can - and none of us
mortals can." He snorted, shaking his head. "I keep asking Francine how she puts up with him, but I
guess she's used to the type after George."

"Francine? Is she his assistant or something?" Come to think of it, she'd met a Francine today - Francine
Adams her name was - but she'd seemed to be in charge of personnel, rather than being someone's
assistant.

He shook his head, obviously amused. "His fianc├йe, George's widow, and last but not least, Seth's
daughter. You must have talked to her earlier. I thought someone would have clued you in."

"Oh. No." This company might be too weird to work for. Was everyone related to everyone else?

"Well, now you know. To get back to our fearless leader, what you need to do to get along with him is
let him decide everything that matters - and most everything does, from variable names to how you
comment a subroutine." With a shrug that seemed more self- satisfied than anything else, he added, "I'm
not real good at doing that. Then again, I've got seniority over him, and I think Seth would question it if
he tried to can me. He wouldn't have the same problem with you, even though you're coming in here with
Seth's stamp of approval up front."

She didn't like the not-so-subtle threat, but settled for saying, "I don't anticipate any trouble getting along
with Scott." Another Scott had started out being impossible to please, too, and she'd changed his mind.