"You are one greedy son of a bitch."
I smirked. Proud of myself.
"We might be able to. Let me talk with the superiors, they might just give you better benefits and maybe some overtime depending on how much they want you."
It was my victory. They - they being my bosses and their bosses, and those bosses bosses - they needed someone that fit into the average joe position, someone that was above average. Multiple someones of this type and more. Likely filling out below average and way above average too.
That didn't matter.
What did matter was that they needed people. And most wouldn't fleece the military for a ton of money. But those that knew they were needed could argue for something just a bit better, and hey- if they lost then no skin of their back, they just go along with their job and don't have to go into dangerous - simulated - places.
I waved my hand.
"Off you go. Now get me that raise. Mama needs a new car."
