Echelon Job Fair – Setup
By the time dinner was cleared and the ocean breeze drifted through Jeremy’s open balcony doors, Mick had seen enough to know what kind of life his cousin was living—and what kind of life he wanted.
Back in Homestead, he’d seen dozens of postings for work in Brazil. Echelon came up more than once, and Za’s nonstop chatter about Stasia and the Crush Girls had kept the company name lodged in his head. But it was Jeremy’s hype that tipped the scale, painting Brazil as a land of opportunity.
Jeremy had even suggested Titan Petro. “Solid pay, good benefits, and I can get you in,” he’d said with an easy confidence. But as much as Mick respected what Jeremy had built, Titan Petro sounded like the safe route. And Mick wasn’t here to play it safe.
Standing on the balcony, the lights of Citon glimmered in the distance, wrapped around the curve of the city’s Rings. Above them, the elevator Cables rose into the night, their lights pulsing upward in a steady rhythm toward the clouds. Even from here, the scale was unreal.
He leaned on the railing, taking it in. Jeremy could keep Titan. Mick wanted more. He wanted to be a Titan—not just work for one. And like the name Echelon promised, he wanted to climb to the very top.
The surrounding dangers Jeremy had warned about—the hustlers, the Wilds crews—were just noise. He’d seen worse in ports halfway around the world. None of it was going to keep him from the big money, the big moves.
Tomorrow morning, he’d head to Cypress Island. The place was still half under renovation, but that’s where Echelon’s hiring push started. Mick didn’t know yet what position he’d land. All he knew was he’d be walking into that job fair with his head up and his eyes on the Shafts.
Citon was where it was at. And he was done holding back.