“It’s pretty smart,” I admitted to Xander, over drinks. They were just old-fashioned alcohol, nothing to make you feel much besides uninhibited, or maybe depressed like a good depressant does. I wasn’t trying to change anything.Article continues after advertisement
“I’ve already got advertising behind it,” he said. “And I’ve already got clients. I need people to work for me. I need people to go in and install. I need someone like you.”
“Why me?” I said.
“Well, I can trust you, for one,” he said. “Imagine what would happen if I got someone I couldn’t trust? Someone who was out to hurt people or worse. God, it would be a mess. And I’d be out of business before I started. You, I know you’ll just go in and do your job. You don’t give a fuck about anything, least of all messing with people you don’t even know.”
“I knew my apathy would pay off one day,” I said dryly.
