Never before was an endless text such a relief for Calix. He wouldn't bother to read through the actual contract, even if he had the time. All he saw was the tiny field at the very bottom, "sign".
The pokerface turned into a cheerful smile.
"Deal."
The contract - signed. Calix had arrived.
"So, this is where the fun begins? 'Should've ordered some extra booze then. Either way, *gestures* it'll be an 'honor', as they say."
