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>Admin, B, Fortune, ask how best to approach B’s agent in the coming days and the other incoming scenarios. B is to clean up after Fortune.
You get up from your desk. Alright, let's get this over with. You're already having to juggle with the fact you have to kiss a <span class="mu-r">fucking CLOWN later</span> but hey.
Bill meets you at the door. The two of you give each other a quick, firm handshake before heading right into the containment cell.
"So." Bill breaks the ice as the two of you step foot into the containment cell. "Nice getup. No need to be all that formal when talking to me though, alright?"
You snort. "Okay, Mr. President." The two approach the machine. He drops a golden coin into the machine's gaping maw of a coin slot. Bill shakes his head. "That was a decent chunk of pay. Better make it count."
"'course." You close any distance between you and the machine. "Alright, look. I'm getting a B-Corp agent knocking at my door soon." You whisper, just in case anyone is listening. "How do I deal with them and keep a positive relationship? Rather not get three gunshots to the back and be labeled a suicide."
[DYING LIGHT] Why would they pay you if that was the plan?
You step back from the machine, gesturing towards Bill to do his part of the work order. He takes the hint and starts cleaning up the machine. You hold your hand up in the air, taping your foot to pass the time.
The tip-tap of your dress shoe, the grinding of gears inside the machine, rags scrubbing against metal...
Before you even know how much time has passed, a slip of paper is passing right between your open fingers. You clench them down to grab onto the paper. With a quick flip, you read at your new little fortune. Hopefully it's good.
"To avoid being stared at, it is best to be quiet and avoid warrant observation. Do not attempt to outstare the Eye, you will always blink first."
"To avoid conflict, it is best to remember your IQ and act like it. Playing dumb will only insult those around you."
Huh. While a bit roundabout, you think you can guess the gist of what it's asking of you. Bill grumbles. "How did it get scratched? Ah, oh well." He does his best to repair any bumps of scratches he can on the machine before getting up.
Fortune for a Price looks better than it did before, though that's not saying much since it's a box at the end of the day. You politely nod. "Thanks for cleaning him, Bill." "No problem." The two of you exit the containment cell.
You head back to your office. Don't try to outstare, huh? That might put a wrench into some of your ideas.
(Apologies for the drip feed, I just felt like I had to start posting something before I passed out a second time.)
