[Citadel] An Offer You Can Refuse

“It is not a test to see if you can spot the 'bad one', they are, apart from the discrepancies I told you about, functionally the same. As for the political implications, I'm not that well versed regarding the nuances within the internal power structure of independent drell. My main field of expertise, as diplomat, is turians and krogans, with a bit of salarian and asari on the side.”

Albert took a sip from his own drink, “but if you want it to be a test, well at most it just confirms you're still very cautious towards me, and my motives. Something I don't really need to test to know. Lipstick?” he had to think back for a bit, “oh right, almost forgotten about that.” He let out a single chuckle, “Honestly, the only real reason I use my personal contracts like this is because I won't get in trouble if I sleep with someone who signs that. While the Alliance one means, hands-off. Want to know a secret?”

“I'm genuinely scared of the folks up in HR. They can make your professional life miserable if they hate you.” He drew himself up and started to talk in a bad accent, “Mister Lowell, we're not amused, from now on you will work agriculture, field work dealing with manure in and export.”

“I shudder just thinking of it.”

She peeked over the contracts. "Do you have any idea how hot the ex-Compactees are going to be? Tall, fit, serious martial artists in long coats."

"I wouldn't want to tie my hands either."

She giggled at his impression. "But there are so many ways to dispose of bodies on a farm. You could feed them to the...herd animals with the..." She held her hand up her forehead, making horns.

“Hot ex-Compactees? Are you trying to set me up with some ex-Primacy Agent? Because I'm totally down for that, the more the merrier.” He joked, “I could, but I doubt the cows would eat HR, even the bovine have taste. ”

“Oh right before you sign you should know about Whisper.”

"I'm not trying to set you up. I might even warn them about you. But they're all obscenely cut and very sexy and you'll be all over them."

She looked though the contracts for any mention of whisper. "Obvious code name is obvious"

“Turian mercenary, she's in charge of security and contingencies, and will technically be the person you report to. She's a biotic, I've heard she singlehandedly took down six banshees and a score of brutes on the side during using only her biotics. I don't put much believe in such an over-the-top story, or the other's I've heard about her but...” he couldn't help but glance at the bedroom, “if some stories turn out to be true I feel you should at least give some credence to the other stories you hear. But I'll leave you to judge her on her behavior for yourself.”

“She opted my private contract, has some cool tattoos on her she didn't want to cover up either. So are there any questions?”

"She sounds awesome. No questions, not really." She shook her head.

"I have to at least talk it over with my boys before I sign, or else I'd be the worst partner ever."

“Oh trust me she is. That is a very understandable attitude,” Albert stood up.

“Well, it seems we are done here.”