Corporate Contract
"And... well, actually, you're next," Jake said, deciding to try and see if he could tempt Nate. "Go ahead and come over here- I hate talking through cubical walls, and anyway, I'll need you to sign something." Not knowing where to begin, Jake just created another contract like Kevin's- $5,000 in easy money.
"Well, I don't know how much you overheard, but Lucas- that's Mr. Flint, he gave me this stack of contracts here. Think of them as a sort of employee appreciation bonus. All you need to do is sign here, and the money is yours."
"And... just what am I agreeing to sign, exactly?" Nate asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, basically it's a statement saying that you're going to invest your entire heart and soul into the company," Jake said, his spirits sinking. Nate had caught onto the gimmick rather quickly. Perhaps this had been a bad idea? "It's... it's a loyalty thing," Jake said, scratching the back of his neck.
"I... guess," Nate said, grabbing the contract and looking it over. "But what it actually says is that I'm forfeiting my soul. You... realize that, right? I mean, I don't care, but I would imagine that a lot of people here would. Christ, can you imagine how someone like Connor would react to a statement like that?"
"That's... a good point," Jake said, with a laugh. Apparently Nate also didn't believe in the supernatural, which was going to make things a lot easier. "I'm actually surprised that you don't care, though, honestly. I can't believe such a bone-headed error made it onto the contract. We'll have to throw these others out. But... did you want to sign one of these, or wait for a corrected one? I can't give you anything until we've got your signature."
"Eh, I'll just sign this one," Nate said, picking up a nearby pen. "The mistake doesn't bother me. I'm an athiest. I don't believe in souls."
"Well, perhaps you should," Jake replied with a smirk. He looked at the contract- 20 feathers, minus one for the money... success! "If you'll excuse me, I need to meet with Lucas before the end of the day."
"Did... did that money just appear out of nowhere?" Nate asked, nervously staring at the pile of cash which had appeared the moment he had signed the contract. "You... you were kidding, right? I mean, souls don't exist. The idea is utterly ridiculous. And if they did, it wouldn't be that easy for me to sign mine away, right? Right?"
"Well, I don't know how much you overheard, but Lucas- that's Mr. Flint, he gave me this stack of contracts here. Think of them as a sort of employee appreciation bonus. All you need to do is sign here, and the money is yours."
"And... just what am I agreeing to sign, exactly?" Nate asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, basically it's a statement saying that you're going to invest your entire heart and soul into the company," Jake said, his spirits sinking. Nate had caught onto the gimmick rather quickly. Perhaps this had been a bad idea? "It's... it's a loyalty thing," Jake said, scratching the back of his neck.
"I... guess," Nate said, grabbing the contract and looking it over. "But what it actually says is that I'm forfeiting my soul. You... realize that, right? I mean, I don't care, but I would imagine that a lot of people here would. Christ, can you imagine how someone like Connor would react to a statement like that?"
"That's... a good point," Jake said, with a laugh. Apparently Nate also didn't believe in the supernatural, which was going to make things a lot easier. "I'm actually surprised that you don't care, though, honestly. I can't believe such a bone-headed error made it onto the contract. We'll have to throw these others out. But... did you want to sign one of these, or wait for a corrected one? I can't give you anything until we've got your signature."
"Eh, I'll just sign this one," Nate said, picking up a nearby pen. "The mistake doesn't bother me. I'm an athiest. I don't believe in souls."
"Well, perhaps you should," Jake replied with a smirk. He looked at the contract- 20 feathers, minus one for the money... success! "If you'll excuse me, I need to meet with Lucas before the end of the day."
"Did... did that money just appear out of nowhere?" Nate asked, nervously staring at the pile of cash which had appeared the moment he had signed the contract. "You... you were kidding, right? I mean, souls don't exist. The idea is utterly ridiculous. And if they did, it wouldn't be that easy for me to sign mine away, right? Right?"