The Ivory Tower

There was nothing more fundamentally fascinating to Oliver than the gray area, and from what he'd heard of it, his new workplace, Shady Cove research facility, was the very pinnacle of moral ambiguity. Even its name implied questionable antics.
While some had a moral compass, Oliver Blanc had a 'meddle needle.' He aimed wherever his 'meddle needle' pointed, and followed the direction it led him in until his curiosity was satisfied. As marvelously exciting as Harvard was, the moment Shady Cove had been mentioned, his meddle needle had found a new direction. There was no higher tier to reach than Shady Cove.
No higher tier... and yet no lower one.

Rated mature primarily for language and mild sexual implications.
(Warning: First draft, originally did not intend to post anywhere. Critique appreciated! Gentle critique! Non-soul crushing critique! But still critique!)