Hall of Infinite Doors
"Did you have some sort of contract?" you inquire.
"Nothing written" replies Candice, "All my managers just give me a split of the proceeds. I'm blonde, so I'm not really good with math."
"By the way," she continues, crossing and uncrossing her lovely legs, "what would be the split I would receive if I worked for you?"
You hesitate. You're not sure if you have a split. If so, you're pretty sure it's fifty-fifty with the manager, but you always thought that was unfair. You don't really know.
"Nothing written" replies Candice, "All my managers just give me a split of the proceeds. I'm blonde, so I'm not really good with math."
"By the way," she continues, crossing and uncrossing her lovely legs, "what would be the split I would receive if I worked for you?"
You hesitate. You're not sure if you have a split. If so, you're pretty sure it's fifty-fifty with the manager, but you always thought that was unfair. You don't really know.