The man across the mahogany desk from you looks more impressive than he does on television. This is Charles Sneed, the billionaire founder of Sneed’s Feed and Seed, Incorporated. There’s a rugged physicality to the man. He’s dressed in khaki pants and a dark-colored polo shirt. A careless mane of black hair reaches his shoulders. He looks like a prizefighter, or maybe a pirate.
You’re ${character.name}. As of a week ago, you have the right to add “Doctor” to that, thanks to your freshly minted PhD in theoretical physics.
“I’m not sure why I’m here, Mr. Sneed.” You say. “I appreciate the invitation, but my work is…”
The man grins. It reminds you of a shark, somehow.
“Very impressive.” He finishes for you. “I’ve read your thesis. Observable characteristics of Pevensie waves, and their implications for the many-worlds hypothesis. I have a certain interest in your field of study. I can’t say I follow all of it, but Dr. Mason can, and he says you’re onto something.”
You know Eustace Mason by reputation. He’s brilliant.
“I’m still not sure what I can do for you, Mr. Sneed.” You say. “Doesn’t your company mostly deal with agriculture?”
“Call me Chuck.” He says. “And you’re right. We sell feed, and seed. Just like it says in the name. But there’s a little more to it. What if I told you I had firsthand, personal knowledge that the many-worlds theory was true? That there are paths into alternate dimensions that can be found, and stabilized?”
You stare at him. “I’d say that sounds like bad science fiction. I’m sorry, but…”
Chuck’s grin widens. He slides a thick file folder across his desk.
“You’ll want to check the math yourself, of course, but it’s all documented. We have stable pathways open to half a dozen nearby reality shards, already. We’re already establishing trade routes! I want you to help us keep going.”
“I don’t know what to say.” You say.
Chuck beams at you. “Come work for me. I’ll make it worth your while.”
A week later, you move into your new lab.