Dream Job 7

"Please come in. "

Parker had been stunned to receive the billionaire's call yesterday and was even more surprised to see the door opened by The Man himself.

"Sam Hudson", The Man said, extending his hand while staring down at his Doc Martens.

"Parker McAdams," the young man replied.

"Sorry to drag you in on Saturday. We've been testing our new spectrometer; just didn't have time this week. You're wondering why a biomedical company is interviewing a law graduate and why the chief scientist is conducting the interview. Where are my manners? Have a seat. Drink? Water? Dr. Pepper? Wait! I've got a better idea. I've taken a liking to this 25-year-old Macallan whiskey that Mark Cuban gave me. It's almost five o'clock- and this IS Texas."

He went to a file cabinet, extracted a bottle and two Solo cups, and poured drinks. He handed Parker one and sat down at his desk.

"Back to your questions. We're a startup and we need in-house legal expertise to keep our outside counsel honest. I am interviewing you because I interview everyone who applies here. Every business I have started, every collection of misfits I have assembled, I've treated as family. Nothing is more important than family."

Parker nodded knowingly and sipped his drink. Wow! Good whiskey. He prided himself on three things: good taste, good looks, and his very large penis. Oh, four things- he was also smarter than everyone else.

Sam continued,

"I made my money developing video games. In my mother's basement. Still get royalties, but sold the development companies. Now, I want to do something that helps people. The biggest need right now is healthcare and I want to make it more accessible and affordable. We are building equipment to make medical testing cheaper and faster. Sounds like Theranos, you're thinking, and you're right. We bought some of their patents when they bellied up. Elizabeth Holmes wasn't conceptually wrong; she just over-promised, and got caught lying to her angels. Here, I'm the only angel. I'm keeping this company private and self-financing.

We will also be partnering a lot with Big Pharma, so we'll need help keeping those guys straight. They are the used car salesmen of this industry. Why develop a better blood sugar tester if those asses charge $300 for a test strip? That's why we're looking to hire lawyers. I asked the dean of the Law School for five candidates; you were at the top. How's your drink? Let me freshen it up."

Parker drained his cup and handed it to Sam for a refill. He took another big sip from the fresh drink and almost smacked his lips. At the same time, he noticed it was getting really hot in the little office. He started clawing at his collar.

Sam noted his discomfort. "Lose the tie! Come to work here, you'll never have to wear one again."

McAdams was on top of the world: six-figure offers from Dallas and Houston, and now a chance to work for the 3rd richest man in the country. He was also still very hot.

"I see you also did your undergrad studies here. You might know my wife Dr. Allison Watson? She's a Professor at the Business school. Let's see, I have a picture here...

Sam swiveled around, found the 8x10 frame, and showed it to Parker. Beads of sweat popped; his heart began to race. He recognized the lady; last time he'd seen those lips, they were wrapped around his third source of pride. Still shaking his head, he gulped down another large pull.

Sam pulled a folder out.

"Here's a picture of Ally at The Chukker back before Christmas. She liked to go there after giving midterms and finals. That sure looks like you over her left shoulder."

"No, never met her."

"Here's another picture of her leaving the pub, being supported by you."

"No, I tell you, that's not me."

"Here's one in your hallway of you dragging an unconscious Ally into your apartment. "

Parker's pulse rate and blood pressure were now off the charts. He tried to stand but his legs were rubber.

"Parker, my wife's drink that you doctored with rohypnol and MDMA was club soda. She wasn't drinking alcohol because she was three months pregnant with our first baby. Saturday morning, after you anonymously dumped her at the ER, she miscarried."

"Parker, nothing is more important than family."

"One last drink? Hope you've liked it. I call it the Philip Seymour Hoffman."