Let It Burn

Chapter 1: You're Hired

Sitting on the train with his head resting against the window eyes closed. 'We need more money.' 'Maybe there's some more jobs out there we can do on the side.' 'There's gotta be something closer around.' 'Sorry kid we got bought out boss retired and can't keep up anymore. Sorry.' 'It's ok son well figure it out.' 'The only things I really need is you to be happy with your life.' 'Don't worry cuz we'll get there.' His family voices keep ringing in his ears.

Looking down at the interview letter in his hands reading it over one last time. Checking the time he realized he would need a cab straight when he get off the train to make it on time. He only brought a backpack with a few days clothes with him just in case he failed the interview and had to return home. It was nine hours on the train to get to where he was going. Looking at his phone and the pictures to help ease the nerves that was growing with in him.

His family only contained his father, his uncle, his cousin and his grandmother now. With things being so expensive they all lived in a big home together. His grandfather bought it when his father was young. None of the people in his family went to college as they needed money and work right away. There was always someone who was sick. At first it was his grandfather who died with a brain aneurysm. His aunt went into heart failure was getting treatment and died of a random heart attack. Last was his mom. She had stage four breast and lung cancer. None of the treatments work it was a long four years. It came and went the first three years. Until it came and she went in the last one.

Now his grandmother is weak and needs surgery. Bad time for his company to go under. He really was missing his boss who treated him like a son. Taking a big sigh looking out the window again this is not where he thought he would at 28. His family moved to the United States when he was about seven or eight it gets hard to remember now sometimes. When his grandfather died his grandma wanted to go back home to China so they packed up and went back when he was about seventeen.

There wasn't much in his little village town being about thirty-forty minutes away from the next real big city. They lived on the out skirts and he loved it. He always wanted to settle down in a simple town with a simple quiet life filled with just raising kids and work. It was how he grew up and besides the lose along the way he loved the happiness that always flowed through the home. The warmth that hit you the second you walked in the door. Now he was in some dessert town trying to get work with a huge company building and putting in water lines and other major things this town needs. It is old and run down. Cartels use places like these a lot. You have to watch out for the drugs. They don't care too much for the trafficking just the weapons and drugs.

His family was worried about him coming here but the money is way too good to pass up. Plus if he does well they will be building and making things closer to his home. They have work for years. The company of Jamison Co. is a family made multibillion dollar company. They build and make things for making towns a better place to live. Also hotels, resorts, restaurants, luxury homes and other business. They were definitely the top of their game the last fifteen years. This was one of the companies people would give their left nut for just to get an interview. How could I really pass it up.

It was by random chance I got this in the first place. I was coming from another interview for a job I couldn't get because again they were starting to lay people off. This old guy on the street dropped a bunch of stuff and I stopped to help him. Got to talking to him for a bit and he gave me an email to try to apply to make sure I used his name. Turned out to be a supervisor out in the company I'm coming to. After sending in some details about my experience in construction and welding. They gave me an appointment. Got an interview letter delivered out to my house the next day with a train ticket.