"Unfortunately, I'm not here to hire you."
Leon smiled, picking up a cup of tea from the desk, dragging it up toward his lips with a smile that wasn't quite a complete smile.
"I'm here to volunteer my services to your prestigious organization."
He gave a small nod to the manager, the way someone might after saying something completely reasonable. Like his words should naturally be met with gratitude. Like the whole room should feel lucky.
A silence followed.
And well, Leon was a transcendent being. That counted for something. But it was still very hard to accept. He had walked in here, put an attendant into an illusionary space, made the entire ground floor aware that something dangerous had just arrived, and now he was sitting across from the manager with a cup of tea in his hand telling them he wanted to work for them.
Wasn't this the same as an employee throwing his weight around during an interview because he could beat up the interviewer?
The manager opened his mouth.
