>>5419091Alright, you huff, steadying yourself from the realization that you now own <span class="mu-i">three</span> pools, you didn’t really wanna bring this up, bu-ah hell, you totally did!
“We’ll have you introduce yourself to the company this week, don’t wor-”
No, dork, you scoff in disbelief, you were gonna ask about your <span class="mu-s">SALARY!</span> How much do you get, huh?
“Ah… I see.” Replies Mr. Hare, his voice deflating. “W-well I think I have it here somewhere…”
Because here’s the score, you begin with a confident snarl, you’re not doing this job for anything less than… than <span class="mu-s">one-thousand</span>, and that’s <span class="mu-i">FINAL!</span>
“A <span class="mu-i">week?</span>” Asks Crane.
Woah, we have that much cash lying around?
“Aha! Here it is!” Announces Hare as the holographic screen starts to coalesce into numbers, “This is, of course, the old sum, but it’s still ample… <span class="mu-i">after</span> taxes, of course.”
Fine, you scoff, crossing your arms as you take a look at their offer, but don’t even think of insulting m-
“-s. Parble? Are you okay?”
Hgh… hwa? Whazzat?
“Oh look, she’s still alive.” Observes Mantis with the usual contempt. “Thank <span class="mu-i">heavens</span>.”
Face plastered against the surface of the boardroom table, you unpeel your cheek and place your beret back on your head as your senses slowly return. What… what <span class="mu-i">happened?</span>
“Y-you, erm, passed out when you saw the amount…” Whimpers Mr. Hare in an apologetic voice. “A th-thousand apologies…”
“It’s a good thing you woke up–I was about to call for an ambulance!” Chuckles Mr. Fox. “That would be quite the ending to our meeting, wouldn’t it?”
It’s cool, you huff as you feel your equilibrium return, you’ve got a doctor’s appointment scheduled later this week already, so-
“Oh, everything alright?” Asks Fox with a bit of worry in his tone!
Yea, yea, you chuckle, a bit of nausea on and off, but hey, it gives you a chance to try out that new <span class="mu-b">CEO HEALTHCARE,</span> riiiight?
“Yes, erm…” Crane mutters as you fire some <span class="mu-g">GUN FINGAHS</span> around the table, “That… that hasn't been processed yet. HR’s still working on it.”
Oh, you sigh, well uh… that’s cool!
>CONTD. 