“What I need is someone to take the disparate projects across the City and tie them together. To have the creativity and the imagination to remove the bad, preserve the good, but with the technical skills to make it happen.”
“Isn't Bob Moran your director for that?”
“Yes, he is…” My Master purses his lips, folds his arms. “Bob’s a good man. Solid and reliable. I know I can trust him to do good work. That’s why he’s my Technical Director. But… he's not young and it's showing. His health isn't good. Truly, I think he’s just counting down the days to retirement.”
“But… surely… You must be able to call on any number of other people. Project managers. Architects. Engineers. City planners.”
“I can, yes.” He sounds frustrated. “But I don’t need any number of people. What I need is just one man… or woman for that matter… whose vision would match mine but whose skills would complement mine. I need a… an Imagineer. I need…”