"It's quite simple! I already got some workers ready to do whatever! With my charming powers, you could possibly get a whole new STAFF of AGENTS! CLEANERS! WHATEVER!" You spread your arms in the air as if trying to manifest a rainbow.
"...Well, you got the spirit at least. What exactly would I get if I did humor your little proposal?" The Phone Woman taps at the edge of her desk.
"Simple! While you get your failures to waste their time doing jobs you don't want to, you can work with us and get all of the rewards of the hit!"
"Interesting. You're proposing that I liquidate my current assets, huh?" The Phone Woman hums. "I suppose it's not much better using the rejects I have now. They demand too much these days." <span class="mu-b">She's a bit too open on ditching her current crew. Not sure if that's a good thing.</span>
"W-well, perhaps not now, but y-yes? I-it would be wise to move onto fresher avenues, wouldn't it?" Your smile wavers a bit. You're running out of steam but you can do it.
"...Mmh. <span class="mu-s">I demand a 25% cut on the next job you do</span>, if you REALLY want my assistance. Considering the price of liquidation and the risk of the assets you gathered failing? You can see the issue here."
[MAXIMUM ROLL] "I understand that but! I offer a counter proposal. I'm willing to pay that...if you provide your new assets with some equipment. Consider it your investment in us."
"After all. If you liquidate your current assets and fail to supply your new ones with something, what are you left with?"
The Phone Woman takes a moment to consider your offer. She nods her head slowly up and down. "Yes, yes, wouldn't want to be stuck with no assets. You gotta diversify when it comes to these things." <span class="mu-b">Corporate grindset. A reliable source of equipment if you can keep her pleased.</span>
"Great! I'll inform the others. I'll see if they're willing to accept the deal." You got one more person to interact with. You glance to see...that man. Stumbling around, not knowing where he's at. You would think he's drunk but he's stiff as a statue aside from his wandering.
You leave the Phone Woman's seat. Your legs automatically carry you forward despite a <span class="mu-r">growing sense of unease building in your gut.</span>
>WILLPOWER: FAILED https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmbvlmKm9S4 - NOT A DRUNK
You eventually get in front of him. He's an average looking man that's wearing a suit and tie. Probably in his late 20s. His posture is slouched over as if he can't support his own body weight.
Glossy, dead eyes stare back at you. He tilts his head to the side. "HELLO. ARE YOU A NEW FRIEND?" A monotone voice drones out of his vocal cords. There's something just...rubbing you the wrong way.
"Uh. Yes. I'm looking for friends. I'm a Cleaner, sir." You try to keep a calm expression on your face.
"HELLO, FRIEND. I AM. QUENTIN." An expression crosses his face. His mouth stretches and grows into a twisted, unrecognizable mess. "I WILL HELP. QUENTIN LOVES HELPING PEOPLE."
