Mav woke up feeling groggier than usual. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and slowly pushed herself out of bed, mentally preparing herself for the day ahead. These days, it felt like she slept for years at a time, rather than a single night. And to be blunt, that wasn’t far from the truth.
After showering, getting dressed and sitting down with her mug of coffee, Mav flicked through her emails, finding a job opportunity from Dirk.
Interesting, she thought. I wonder how Melbourne office design is treating him these days.
The job was for wallpaper installation, which made sense given that was her profession. Simple enough job, by the sound of it, paying—
Wait, that couldn’t be right. Mav rubbed her eyes, certain she wasn’t reading that correctly.
One hundred platinum tokens.
One hundred tokens? Impossible. That was a simply ludicrous amount of tokens. Even the most elite of the elite could hardly afford to throw away that many of the rare metal pieces. And all for putting up some wallpaper? This had gone so far beyond ‘too good to be true’ that it had entered the realm of a ‘certain fake job listing’.
She’d never seen anything like this. Why had the office space design specialist from Melbourne even sent this to her? There was no way she’d take this job. Undoubtedly, it would just turn out to be a massive waste of time.
Besides, she had other jobs lined up. Now that she was back in action, it was time to get some of them done. Sure, they wouldn’t pay 100 tokes, but it would be something, at least. She rarely even did jobs for tokes anyway. Even though she’d Ascended long ago, she preferred the simplicity of genuine wallpaper installation.
Thanks, but no thanks, Mav wrote, then sent the reply to Dirk.
Today she’d keep it simple. Just some jobs that wouldn’t put her life in danger. Was that too much to ask?