Evelyn asked with a wandering gaze, "Which big shot is it?"
"You're not in a position to know that now," Mercer said bluntly. "All you need to know is that it's a high-ranking company official. The rest will become clear when you carry out the mission."
Mercer had no plans to let her know too much in advance, lest she gets any inappropriate ideas.
With women like her, you have to use both a carrot and a stick; only then might she work honestly for you.
300,000 Euros is not a small amount for Evelyn, who just started working at the Cloud Top, and even more important than the money was the other thing Mercer talked about.
She hesitated for a moment and confirmed, "Even if you're just using me to talk to the big shot, what if helping you this once ruins my reputation as a sex doll? Who will hire me after that?
You all know that those big shots hate leaky sex dolls, which is why they require us to wear Sex Doll Chips to serve them..."
"If everything goes smoothly, no one will know what you've done. The big shot won't say anything, and neither will we. On the contrary, you can leverage the fame of that big shot and instantly become a real rising star."
Mercer guaranteed, "Do you think those famous sex dolls got famous just like that? To put it bluntly, they climbed into the beds of those big shots.
Moreover, once we get you onto those agents' lists, we won't just remove your name once we're done. If you truly have the skills, seize this opportunity, and you might even meet more big shots in the future.
How much can you really earn working for the Cloud Top now? At least half gets taken away, right? Haven't you thought about building your own network of contacts and big clients so you can work for yourself in the future?"
These words hit Evelyn right in her core.
She's a rare case—a sex doll with a plan for her future—starting from Liz Bar saving money, investing in herself with high-end, quality products from skin to faceplate.
Then, she jumped ship from Liz to Cloud Top, which is where she is now, with a more defined goal—earning money while trying to connect with regulars at Cloud Top.
Once she's gathered enough clients, or if she gets lucky enough to be taken under the wing of a big boss, she could go solo!
By then, every penny earned would be her own, and being a long-term companion to a big shot is far more enjoyable and chic than working at Cloud Top!
Originally, in Evelyn's plan, she would have to toil at Cloud Top for at least another two years or even longer to have the opportunity to try going solo, but now, Mercer had placed a springboard directly in front of her.
Evelyn's expression was uncertain, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and made an offer, "500,000 Euros!"
V laughed, turned to Mercer, and gestured, "Find another one, this woman's crazy—500,000 Euros, does she think she's made of gold?"
Yet Evelyn steadfastly argued, "Please, I can make at least tens of thousands of Euros a year at Cloud Top. If anything goes wrong while working for you guys, I can't even stay in this business and might have to return to Liz to make a living.
Plus, I'll be risking my life. If your negotiation with the big shot goes wrong, I might end up dead!
On one hand, it's a career earning tens of thousands of Euros a year, and on the other, it's my own life! 500,000 Euros, that's my price for staking my life!"
But Mercer just calmly said, "I could pay half upfront, but would you dare to ask for the rest?"
Mercer's words made her subconsciously look toward the Mox Gang bodyguards surrounding them, but Mercer just leaned forward slightly, looked at her, and said:
"Don't be too greedy, Evelyn. 300,000 Euros, even if things go wrong, you can take that money and start a new life in any new city with ease.
If I truly wanted to buy your life, would you dare to sell it?"
Mercer's words made Evelyn open her mouth, and then Mercer used an uncompromising tone to say, "I'll repeat this again: this job isn't as dangerous as you think. If you can do it, do it; if you can't, we'll find another girl who wants to make money.
By having you do this job, we're putting our team's reputation on the line. If we really were to trick you into getting killed, our team's name would be tarnished.
You can go and check our reputation; even with someone like Faraday who tried to deceive us into a death trap, we completed the job before turning against him.
If we really wanted to trick you, we'd have handed the job to a middleman long ago to find a scapegoat. So our willingness to meet face-to-face already shows our sincerity."
Mercer's words left Evelyn somewhat skeptical, but before coming here, she did inquire about some news related to the Spark Team.
It's undeniable that this group, already seen by many as the "next legend," is now recognized by many as the mercenaries closest to legend in Night City.
Well... if they suddenly died or did another job that shook the whole city, they might already be considered legendary mercenaries, though still a bit shy of the level of Morgan Black Hand and Silver Hand.
But compared to the legendary mercenaries like Sunrise Dad in recent decades, they're not lacking at all.
Nervously rubbing her hands, Evelyn couldn't give a definitive answer for a moment. She looked at the whiskey on the table, "Can I have a sip?"
V nodded nonchalantly, and she picked up an empty glass, added ice, and poured herself a glass of whiskey.