Corporate Contract
"Tanner, would you come and see me when you're free?" Jake said, yelling down the row of desks.
"Yeah, sure," he said, setting his trail mix aside and walking over to Jake's desk. "What's up, boss?"
"Oh, just... an offer. An opportunity, if you will. Lucas gave me a stack of contracts, and I was going to see if you wanted to accept one."
"A contract for what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, anything," Jake said, with a shrug. "They're... think of them as employee appreciate contracts."
"Really? And you're offering them to a part time worker like me? What are they for? Extra vacation time or something?"
"Well, that's just it," Jake said. "When I said they were for anything, I meant it. I'll just fill this one out like so... and I can guarantee you muscles."
"I... what?" Tanner said, shaking his head in confusion. "Did you just say muscles?"
"I did," Jake said, offering him the contract with a smile. "I can offer you muscular arms, fit legs, and a chest with ripped abs, instead of the beer belly you've currently got."
"How is that even possible? I mean, that's... forgive me for being skeptical, but I just don't believe you."
"Hey, I can't blame you. I was too. But that just means you have nothing to lose, right? Nothing to lose, and everything to gain if it works. We just ask that you put your heart and soul into the company."
Tanner rolled his eyes. "Okay, yeah, that does sound like the hokey sort of crap that shows up in an employee appreciation gesture. What the hell, I'll sign it."
He no more than lifted up his pen before he let out a painful gasp- all of his muscles were twitching and spasming as his body quickly became a prime example of physical fitness. "Holy crap... this... this is awesome! Best part time job ever!" Tanner said, walking back to his desk with a huge grin on his face. It hadn't even occurred to him that he'd just sold his soul to the devil.
Jake took a look at the contract. Tanner's soul was ranked at 25 purity, minus 15 for the cost of sculpting his body, for a net profit of 10 feathers. "Well, crap," Jake muttered. "That's not even half. I need to do better with the next soul."
"Yeah, sure," he said, setting his trail mix aside and walking over to Jake's desk. "What's up, boss?"
"Oh, just... an offer. An opportunity, if you will. Lucas gave me a stack of contracts, and I was going to see if you wanted to accept one."
"A contract for what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, anything," Jake said, with a shrug. "They're... think of them as employee appreciate contracts."
"Really? And you're offering them to a part time worker like me? What are they for? Extra vacation time or something?"
"Well, that's just it," Jake said. "When I said they were for anything, I meant it. I'll just fill this one out like so... and I can guarantee you muscles."
"I... what?" Tanner said, shaking his head in confusion. "Did you just say muscles?"
"I did," Jake said, offering him the contract with a smile. "I can offer you muscular arms, fit legs, and a chest with ripped abs, instead of the beer belly you've currently got."
"How is that even possible? I mean, that's... forgive me for being skeptical, but I just don't believe you."
"Hey, I can't blame you. I was too. But that just means you have nothing to lose, right? Nothing to lose, and everything to gain if it works. We just ask that you put your heart and soul into the company."
Tanner rolled his eyes. "Okay, yeah, that does sound like the hokey sort of crap that shows up in an employee appreciation gesture. What the hell, I'll sign it."
He no more than lifted up his pen before he let out a painful gasp- all of his muscles were twitching and spasming as his body quickly became a prime example of physical fitness. "Holy crap... this... this is awesome! Best part time job ever!" Tanner said, walking back to his desk with a huge grin on his face. It hadn't even occurred to him that he'd just sold his soul to the devil.
Jake took a look at the contract. Tanner's soul was ranked at 25 purity, minus 15 for the cost of sculpting his body, for a net profit of 10 feathers. "Well, crap," Jake muttered. "That's not even half. I need to do better with the next soul."