The downtime between contracts isn't usually much, at least for him.
Since he started this whole thing, he's never liked to sit down and rest. He finds the rush of facing off with ghosts, the joy of guessing right, and the puzzle of everything in-between to be all he wants from his life. Pearl is the only one who takes even slightly as many contracts as him, and she's doing either easier modes or joining groups.
He writes in his journal as the interns dissect every aspect of the end-of-contract review. They guessed right, so the kids want to see what little more they can do to earn more cash.
He's never had much reason to care about the money, given that Vesper Vectors follows through on their promises. Need a place to exercise? Public or private, a specific type or the basic gym package, it's provided without paperwork. Want to grow some plants? As long as it's not a danger to other employees, go right ahead, they'll provide all the resources.
People come for the healthcare and other cliche benefits, and they stay for the warm and strong community.
Take Max as an example. He has some rare disease, typically fatal very soon after having it. From his words, he was already on borrowed time. Instead, he joined VV to see if that would help him pay the bills and insurance, and got everything taken care of. There's even a state-of-the-art doctor he can access within the building, and is getting a medical degree (or seven) to try and help out.
And that's on top of being this floor's paperwork golem.
If Tussle never sees a form to fill-out ever again, it'll be far too soon.
Granted, he still has some, he just can pass on anything that doesn't require him to do it. Max is a godsend, an absolute angel sent to save souls from the damnation of bureaucracy.
VV doesn't even have too much paperwork for them, it just needs to have records to prevent governmental powers at large trying to use legal methods for controlling the globally largest company.
"Hey, Tussle?"
"Hm?" He glances up at Thrasher, wondering what they could possibly need. He already said they should rest up once they're done reviewing. They weren't even required to review! That was their idea!
"When's our next contract?"
"Uh, probably tomorrow? It didn't take long today, but that just means we'll be upping the difficulty tomorrow. Either larger map or having them hide a piece of evidence."
"Okay, but..."
He frowns at the kid. What's got the spokesman so tongue-tied?
"Can we go in an hour or sooner? It's best to drill it in, right? You said you do up to five contracts a day. More of us should mean we end up being able to do even more than that, right?"
What the bear's knuckle is this? They want more?
"Uh, sure, give me some time to finish my entry. You three go eat something if you want, or grab some water, whatever you need. Once we go in, we aren't coming back out, and a harder difficulty means deduction is absolutely necessary."
"Great!"
He blinks. He wouldn't have been surprised if three clouds were left behind with how fast the trio has taken off. It seems that management really did try to send him the best interns they could, just so he wouldn't send them back.
Or pass them on to Len. Len would take them, of course, but that doesn't mean that the interns should be with Len. According to management, if interns are assigned to a person, they need to stay with that person.
... He really wants to keep these kids. Just a few contracts, then he'll send them back all trained up.