"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."
