Negotiations

"Let him come up," Rex said, settling back in his new chair with a satisfied sigh. This chair was built like a throne, a well-earned upgrade from his earlier days as a corporate slave.

A few minutes later, the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and a tall figure emerged that looked like an humanoid with an octopus-like head, tentacles writhing gently as he stepped into the room. Rex's eyes narrowed, and he murmured under his breath, "Nexum Dynamics."

The octopus-headed recruiter approached, stopping just short of Rex's desk. "Good morning, Mr. Talon," he began, his voice rich with corporate polish. "As you may know, I am a recruiter from the Megacorps, under the esteemed command of the General Leena Valrix. She is one of our finest generals at Nexum Dynamics!" He puffed out his chest, pride radiating off him like cheap cologne.

But Rex could sense there was more behind the boasting.