"I don’t think I’ve ever been to Las Vegas before."
"Oh, Mirage Springs isn’t in Las Vegas," the recruiter in a shimmering
business suit informed him with a lean across the job fair table. "Though it’s
certainly nearby. Are you graduating this semester?"
"Yes, oh yes. Well, not officially until September at least, though I’m
walking across the stage next week, and just a few classes I have to take
through June, ‘cause I had to transfer Freshman year and I had to leave the last
place, Adams College, all of a sudden--"
"Mirage Springs is eager to hire new teachers from the class of
ninety-seven," name-tagged Nancy replied, ignoring the explanatory soliloquy and
stuffing a glossy folder in the prospect’s hands. "What’s your name, by the
"Bacon. Henry Bacon." Henry shook a lotion-smooth hand.
"Oh yes, Bacon. We’ve been waiting for you."
Pause. "You have?"
"Oh yes." Nancy smiled and handed him a second, different, folder as she
pulled the first out of his hands. "We asked your school about exceptional
seniors, and your name was near the top of the list."
"My name?" Henry stared down at the glossy image of a fresh new high
school set against the backdrop of a desert mountain range.
"Definitely. We’re interested in having only the most-qualified candidates
teach in our school system. Construction of Mirage Springs High has just been
completed, and we’re opening it in the fall. We’d be willing to cover your
relocation expenses and certification tuition and pay you a stipend until you
obtain your certificate."
Henry opened the folder to a sheet of paper addressed to himself which listed
all of the incentives. "This is pretty unusual recruiting for a schoolteacher--"
"Mirage Springs is growing by leaps and bounds, and we’ll need all the
qualified teachers we can get," Nancy concluded with unfazed perkiness. Then, to
a classmate of Henry’s behind his back, "Hi! Are you interested in becoming a