The Assignment
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Chapter 1
“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat-belts and assist the cabin crew to prepare for landing…” announced the captain. “We are now just making our final approach into Doha.”
Christopher looked excitedly out the window of the plane, trying to see the city that was slowly coming into view beneath the plane. This was his first international project and he was nervous and apprehensive, but he knew that this was an important step forward in his career.
Fast-tracked through college on an advanced learning scheme, Christopher had joined the prestigious firm of International Management and Technical Consulting - IMTC - straight after graduating.
IMTC was a big deal. It was the consulting firm that governments and corporations around the world turned to whenever there was a crisis or a major decision to be made. This was the job that every young business school student dreamed of. The selection process was beyond rigorous. Thousands of people had applied, and after endless aptitude tests, personality profiling, and observed interviews, only three candidates had been successful - Wesley Jordan, Stephen Le, and Christopher.
“Christopher Parker…” he had nervously introduced himself, shaking hands politely with everyone that he was introduced to, desperate to make a good first impression.
So far, he had spent three months in the London headquarters of the firm – their graduate program was fairly structured, moving through each of the key departments, getting an understanding of how the firm worked and how they operated collaboratively to respond to a brief from a client and deliver the project requirements.
It had been a big help having Wesley and Stephen in the London office so that they could bounce questions off each other, and provide each other encouragement while trying to cope with the long hours and brutal workload.
When the firm’s HR manager had called the three of them to the boardroom to give them their first international assignments, the three new recruits knew that they wouldn’t be seeing each other for a long time.
“Wesley – you will be flying to our office in Hong Kong to join a project team working on a major acquisition…” began the HR manager, almost as if he was announcing the Academy Awards. “Stephen – you will be flying to New York City where you will be part of the team assisting the United Nations with a review of their refugee program. Christopher – you will be flying to Doha to assist Mr Shaeffer, one of our senior consultants, who is working on the design of a complex energy regulation framework. Mr Shaeffer is a bit of a character, so good luck with that one. Now, any questions?”
The three young graduates sat there in stunned silence, trying to process the major changes in their lives that had just been revealed to them.
“No?” smiled the HR manager. “Great! Your flight details will be emailed to you shortly. You leave tomorrow.”
As the HR manager left the room, the three friends looked at each - unable to speak, their faces blank with shock.
“This just all got a bit real…” sighed Wesley, running his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, tomorrow!” gulped Stephen.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this…” admitted Christopher quietly.
“You’ll be fine, Christopher…” said Wesley reassuringly. “This is exactly why we wanted to join IMTC, remember?”
“I know…” nodded Christopher. “But I’m going to miss you guys!”
“We’ll still video-chat and stay in touch…” Stephen reminded him.
“But what am I going to do when I don’t know the answer to something, or if I get in over my head?” sighed Christopher. “And what did the HR guy mean when he said that Mr Shaeffer was a bit of a character? Is that a good thing? Should I be worried?”
“Stop being such a nerd!” laughed Stephen.
“Yeah – I guess it’s time to sink or swim, Christopher!” agreed Wesley. “It’s time to sink or swim.”
As Christopher felt the wheels of the plane connecting tentatively with the runway of Doha airport, he quietly repeated Wesley’s words of encouragement - almost like a mantra.
“Sink or swim…” Christopher mumbled to himself. “It’s time to sink or swim.”
The flight from London to Doha takes seven hours. It was just after 6 PM local-time when Christopher’s luggage appeared on the baggage carousel and he made his way out into the arrivals hall of the airport.
Christopher’s travel documents had indicated that there would be a driver at the airport to meet him and take him to his accommodation. He scanned the waiting crowd for a sign with his name on it, but he couldn’t see one. Just as he was beginning to fear the worst, an attractive young man in a chauffeur’s uniform approached.
“Welcome, Mr Parker, my name is Abdul…” said the chauffeur, smiling and politely giving a slight bow. “Let me take your luggage for you.”
Christopher happily let Abdul take charge of the luggage and followed along to where the car was parked. Abdul opened the door and Peter slid into the expansive back-seat of the expensive car.
“How was your fight, Mr Parker?” asked Abdul, putting the car into motion and moving out into the traffic.
“Please, call me Christopher, I’m not old enough to be called Mr Parker…” insisted Christopher. “The flight was fine, but I’m definitely looking forward to getting to the hotel, having a shower and getting a good night’s sleep.”
“Yes – I understand…” nodded Abdul. “We’re going straight to the office now.”
“The office?” queried Christopher. “I just assumed that I would go to the hotel first, and then start in the office tomorrow?”
“Well, they are kind of the same thing…” explained Abdul. “Your accommodation is a suite of rooms that includes a boardroom where Mr Shaeffer conducts all of his business.”
“Oh, I see…” nodded Christopher, not really understanding.
Christopher stared out the window of the car, soaking in the lights and the buildings of the city that they were driving through.
“Sink or swim…” Christopher reminded himself. “Sink or swim.”
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