"Thirty million annually for four years, employment under Eclair Corp." Michael Eclair's approach was direct as he handed me a contract, leaving no room for ambiguity. I regarded it with a vacant expression. This offer barely scratches the surface of my yearly earnings.
What's his issue?
Meeting his intense gaze, I returned his stare with unwavering resolve. "I must respectfully decline, Mr. Eclair."
He leaned back, resting his arms on the armrests of his black leather chair, his countenance unreadable.
"... Shall I present an alternative?" Might as well seize the opportunity I've been granted. I laid out a contract Adisa had meticulously prepared before my arrival. A suspicion had nagged at me that a situation like this might arise.
Michael Eclair regarded me, his face betraying no emotion but his eyes exuding a subtle amusement. He reached for the paper on the table between us. Before long, laughter filled the otherwise quiet office. Michael Eclair's secretary, Ezra Smith, wore a shocked expression as he witnessed his typically stoic boss burst into laughter. A moment later, he cast a sideways glance my way, curiosity piqued.
Paying him no heed, I turned my attention back to Michael Eclair. "I, Eirian Aiyaret, shall provide you with insights and opinions for a stipulated fee over three years. In return, you will impart your wisdom and life counsel without charge until further notice." I held my ground, unyielding against the tension.
"Young man, your proposition is one-sided."
"With all due respect, Mr. Eclair, my insights, counsel, and consultations will yield you profits. All you need to do is advise me on life matters, an arena I won't financially benefit from."
"My wisdom holds greater value than money!" His grin was infectious, his eyes dancing with amusement.
His command of words was truly remarkable.
"Make your choice, or we part ways here, Mr. Eclair." I met his amused gaze and cast a fleeting glance at the double doors. I stand by my words. I was prepared to rise and exit, but much to my surprise, he retrieved a pen and began signing the contract documents.
"My initial advice, employ a personal stylist and invest in a fashion designer." His smirk was undeniable. I could hardly believe the audacity! I gazed at him, my expression a blank canvas.
"You're an investor and a multi-millionaire, do dress the part."
Before I could fathom the sequence of events, I found myself within the confines of one of Michael Eclair's five-star hotels. The room exuded a classic ambience tinged with modern elegance, featuring a king-sized bed, a well-appointed kitchen, dining area, and a living space. Undoubtedly, this was a haven crafted for individuals in different tax brackets.