play video games.
Directly after Raze had won his first National Championship, Grant Parker sent Raze an invitation to dinner in the form of a suit and tie, with a note reading, “The driver will arrive at 8.”
The suit was a perfect fit, and the limousine was waiting when Raze came down from his room. The driver opened the door for him and then drove him to the crest of Nob Hill, right to the front door of the InterContinental Mark Hopkins. Raze was directed to the 19th floor, the Top of the Mark, to a table by a window from which, he swore to God, he could see the whole world. He sat there, awestruck, watching the sun lower over the Golden Gate and the lights across the skyline flicker like candles.
The waiter brought over a bottle of Dom Perignon in an iced bucket just as Grant Parker arrived. He sat down at the table with him and got right down to business.
“We know you’ve been approached by several companies this weekend and have received some compelling sponsorship offers,” Grant began.
He was right. Just the night before, at a wild party that included mixed drinks and strippers, Red Bull had offered Raze a sponsorship worth $250,000 over the course of three years, just to keep playing AnnihilNation as a representative of their product.
“I, personally, have been watching you for several months,” Grant continued, “and while you are a truly gifted player, I think you have more to offer. Quite frankly, I can tell you’re bored. This game is beneath you. Any schmuck can play a game.” Grant paused while the waiter poured each of them a glass of the champagne. “We would like to offer you an opportunity very, very few will ever get.”
Grant outlined his proposal. “We would like to offer you a position at QGS in a research and development capacity. We have been developing a completely new system that will blow our competition out of the water. It just may blow everybody’s mind as well,” Grant chuckled. “In R&D you would be a Beta Player. You test drive the new product, help us work out any bugs, and assist in taking our system to the next level.”
“That sounds pretty sweet,” said Raze. “But how is a job better then sitting around playing The Q all day?”
“Appropriate question. Well...we would start you off at $100,000 a year.”
Raze was listening. That was already $50,000 better than the sponsorship deal. And he didn’t want to give it away, but Grant was right, if he had to play AnnihilNation even one more time he would die of a boregasm.
Grant wasn’t finished. “All members of our R&D team are provided an apartment in our own complex near the facility—a furnished apartment with a living room equipped with our state-of-the-art entertainment and gaming station. It won’t be the model you are testing, that’s under extremely tight security, but it is the top of the line. You will have a Platinum NOW Network account with free, unlimited access to every game known to The Q, including our P0rnStarz series.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. The complex has a swimming pool, an on-site gym, daily maid service, and access to the company gourmet dining room. Once you pass your probationary period and we are happy with your work, there are several additional perks that could be made available.”
Raze blinked a few times.
“For instance, we have company sports cars that would be at your disposal, so you can explore the area in your off-duty time. And if that doesn’t whet your appetite, we have a concierge that can arrange everything from grocery shopping to a personal chef, from a personal masseuse to a call girl to take care of all your other physical necessities.”
Raze’s mouth dropped open. He was completely speechless and may have even jizzed in his pants just a little.
“So,” Grant cocked his head to the side and smiled at Raze, “I take it from your mouth hanging open and the silence it is emitting, that would be a yes?” Grant raised his glass of champagne
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