Fox Meridian stepped off the maglev and onto the platform in MarTech’s New York HQ as she had done many times before. Her stomach turned over once as the building’s systems noted her arrival and a welcome message appeared, as had happened every time she had arrived there previously. The difference this time was that the system was greeting her as an employee rather than a guest of the MarTech Group’s owner and chairman. She had never liked starting new jobs; starting a new job meant change, upheaval, and not knowing what the Hell was going on for several days, if not longer. The Army had been one thing: no one knew what was going on, but that was exactly what the training staff had wanted. By the time Fox had moved on to the UNTPP, she had had more of a clue what to expect, but the procedures had been complicated by it being a multinational organisation. In comparison, NAPA had been easy, but she had had to put up with the usual ‘new girl’ issues and there had been resentment in a few cases because she was sort of famous.
