Corporate Contract
"Kevin, can you come see me at my desk when you get a chance?"
"Ah, come on man, I'm working, ain't I? Get off my back, I'm not slacking."
"That's... you're not in trouble, Kevin, I just want to talk to you."
"Oh, well, I guess that's fine, then," he said, walking over. "So whaddya want?"
"I just want to make you an offer," Jake said, gesturing to the pile of contract paper. "Lucas gave these to me. Think of it as a sort of employee appreciation gesture."
"You're shitting me," Kevin said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just a part-time cog in the system. A pretty bad one, too, at that. There's no way in hell a company like this appreciates me."
"Nevertheless," Jake said, holding back his tongue. "I'm prepared to offer you $5,000, and all you have to do is sign here."
"Is that all? Done!" he said, grabbing the pen and signing.
"You... are not going to read the terms?" Jake asked, slightly surprised.
"Pssh, why bother?" he asked. "My life is hell, anyway. Whatever longterm effects will come of this, I'll deal with 'em then. I've got bills to pay off, man. And games to buy. And I need new speakers for my car, maybe some sweet rims. I figure, whatever thing of value you think you can take from me, you're welcome to it. Because, frankly, I don't have anything of value." Kevin grabbed the stack of bills that had appeared on Jake's desk, either not noticing or not caring that they had appeared out of nowhere.
"Apparently you don't," Jake muttered to himself, looking at the contract as Kevin walked back to his desk. The cost of the deal had only cost him 1 feather, but Kevin's soul had only been worth 8 feathers in the first place.
"I'm going to have to do way better than this," he muttered. "I still need... God, I still need 16 feathers worth."
"Hey, Jake, can I ask you something?" said a voice from the other side of the cubicle wall.
"Sure, what is it, Nate?" he asked.
"Why did you just give Kevin a stack of money, and how do I get in on that?"
Jake paused. He hadn't even considered the thought of tempting Nate; he was new enough that Jake couldn't think of anything to tempt him with. And then there was the fact that he was one of those intellectual types who probably wouldn't be stupid enough to sign away his soul.
"Well, I have to go in order, Nate," said Jake, thinking quickly. "Kevin was first on the list."
« Go Back "Ah, come on man, I'm working, ain't I? Get off my back, I'm not slacking."
"That's... you're not in trouble, Kevin, I just want to talk to you."
"Oh, well, I guess that's fine, then," he said, walking over. "So whaddya want?"
"I just want to make you an offer," Jake said, gesturing to the pile of contract paper. "Lucas gave these to me. Think of it as a sort of employee appreciation gesture."
"You're shitting me," Kevin said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just a part-time cog in the system. A pretty bad one, too, at that. There's no way in hell a company like this appreciates me."
"Nevertheless," Jake said, holding back his tongue. "I'm prepared to offer you $5,000, and all you have to do is sign here."
"Is that all? Done!" he said, grabbing the pen and signing.
"You... are not going to read the terms?" Jake asked, slightly surprised.
"Pssh, why bother?" he asked. "My life is hell, anyway. Whatever longterm effects will come of this, I'll deal with 'em then. I've got bills to pay off, man. And games to buy. And I need new speakers for my car, maybe some sweet rims. I figure, whatever thing of value you think you can take from me, you're welcome to it. Because, frankly, I don't have anything of value." Kevin grabbed the stack of bills that had appeared on Jake's desk, either not noticing or not caring that they had appeared out of nowhere.
"Apparently you don't," Jake muttered to himself, looking at the contract as Kevin walked back to his desk. The cost of the deal had only cost him 1 feather, but Kevin's soul had only been worth 8 feathers in the first place.
"I'm going to have to do way better than this," he muttered. "I still need... God, I still need 16 feathers worth."
"Hey, Jake, can I ask you something?" said a voice from the other side of the cubicle wall.
"Sure, what is it, Nate?" he asked.
"Why did you just give Kevin a stack of money, and how do I get in on that?"
Jake paused. He hadn't even considered the thought of tempting Nate; he was new enough that Jake couldn't think of anything to tempt him with. And then there was the fact that he was one of those intellectual types who probably wouldn't be stupid enough to sign away his soul.
"Well, I have to go in order, Nate," said Jake, thinking quickly. "Kevin was first on the list."