Julius Chance
Gregory
“Yes, but disabled. One his lung will be cut off,” the lady reported.
“Okay, let’s close the deal,” the egregor ordered.
And at the same moment Serge suddenly felt a hellish pain in his chest.
“But I didn't know, I'm sorry,” he squeaked.
“Ignorance of the law does not absolve you from guilt. Do you think that I have nothing else to do apart from rushing around with escort personnel on fake calls? I’m not a boy already; I’m not a thousand year old anymore. Good luck!” Gregory stood up from his chair.
“Okay, I’ll sign,” Serge howled in pain.
“Great! Lawyer, notary!” Gregory sat down and snapped his fingers again. The pain in Serge’s chest stopped instantly. Out of nowhere, two girls, one with hair of white smoke, the other of black one, clattered on high heels into the room. The blonde put the ready-made contract in triplicate onto the table.
“Please, sign here, here and here, where the check marks are,” she pointed out.
“And pay attention to the paragraphs of section two about the obligations of the parties and section five about the responsibility of the parties,” Gregory advised.
Serge took the contract and began to read it. The letters jumped before his eyes.
“Why was the agreement dated two weeks earlier?” Serge tried to find a reason to delay inevitable.
“Because the Gregorian calendar is used, as indicated right under the date of the treaty,” egregor repulsed his correction attempt.
“That is, having made nine people smokers, I lose my desire to smoke at all? Completely?”
“No cravings, as if you had never ever smoked at all.”
“How will I attract new clients? What exactly am I supposed to do?”
“We will give you nine super-cigarettes. Anyone who smokes just one of them will immediately turn into a smoker. As though he or she would have been smoking for five years. Your task is to seduce nine non-smokers under age of thirty within nine months since now. In section number two of the contract, everything is stipulated. Read!”
“And if I do not find so many clients within the specified period?”
“Excuse me, for long nine months? Then you will have one your cancerous lung cut off, as you heard. The disease has already started. Anyone who smokes a super-cigarette will weaken your illness, and the last one will heal you completely. Read point five carefully.”
Serge took a pen, signed a contract and immediately felt himself a scum. The notary and the lawyer straight away took their copies of the agreement from the table, went out of the room into the corridor and disappeared there into nowhere, like a haze.
The egregor put a pack of super-cigarettes on the table.
“In case you inattentively read the fifth point, I draw your attention to the fact that for each of these nine cigarettes you are responsible not with your lungs, but with your head. None should be wasted. It is an expensive high-tech product. And, I warn you, do not try to cheat! Albeit you are my creator, I am your Master!”
Serge could not utter a word. Gregory fatherly patted him onto the shoulder and followed his staff. Shocked, Serge looked at his watch. It showed one in the morning.
