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Calvin Chiaganja spent eleven years as a Senior Anticipatory Hospitality Analyst for a consortium of luxury resorts that preferred not to advertise. His job was to predict what guests would want before they knew they wanted it. In 2017, he correctly forecasted a sudden demand for hand-carved chess sets, orange blossom tea, and monogrammed binoculars. He was never formally recognized for this achievement.
In the evenings, Calvin operated an underground listening club devoted exclusively to unreleased yacht-rock recordings. Attendance was limited to twelve members. There were seventeen people on the waiting list.
He purchased his first emerald-green wig at age twenty-three after losing a bet involving a weather balloon and a retired Belgian magician. By thirty-one, the wig had become so closely associated with his identity that several acquaintances believed it was hereditary.
Calvin never married, though he was briefly engaged to a documentary filmmaker who specialized in extinct amusement parks. They remain on excellent terms and exchange postcards from airports they happen to be passing through.
His favorite beverage is sparkling water from a source he refuses to disclose. His least favorite word is "synergy."
Most people find Calvin intimidating when they first meet him.
This is largely due to the hair.
