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“Yes, and your command of language was already decent. With a coach to refine the pronunciation you could become nearly fluent. You’ll never get rid of your accent entirely, but you’d be surprised what focused training can accomplish.”
He waited for Julia to ask why English was important, but she refrained. “And say I do the voice coach and learn the good English. Then what?”
“Perhaps we do acting training. There are no guarantees. During each step your performance would be evaluated.”
“And after?” Her fingers drummed. “A piano teacher, and then gymnastics, and I go join the circus?”
He shook his head. “If you were ready, you’d begin the next phase. To serve our country, in secret, abroad . . .”
Julia perked at this. She began to tick off fingers. “New York, Shanghai, Paris . . .”
“Cairo, Munich, Sydney…. ”
“All right, where?” Eager in her curiosity. She’s just a child, Leo thought. A rude one, but a child nonetheless.
“Silicon Valley,” Julia repeated, not entirely disappointed. “You mean San Francisco?”
“We can determine the right city later. We have people at both Berkeley and Stanford. You’ll need to be enrolled in a graduate pro- gram, for the visa.”
“And what would you have me do?”
He laced his fingers. “You have heard of the start-up culture there?”
“Yes.” Her voice held an edge of derision.
“What, you don’t think the internet is interesting?” “I’m not the sort to stare at a computer all day.”
“Well, perhaps you could add a hobby. Another boom is com- ing. I want you to start a technology company. A true Silicon Valley one, based locally.”
“A company,” Julia repeated uncertainly.