Zach slumped in his chair, playing with the pen they'd given him with a yawn. It was inlaid with gold, he noticed, a tiny grunt of disgust escaping from his lips. It was probably worth more than the entire paycheck he'd be getting from this thing.
He blinked in surprise when the paper was pushed towards him, a tight lipped blonde smiling in a way that was no doubt meant to be friendly as she tapped the contract. "Sign, initial, and date if you don't mine? Then we can get on with the testing."
"Which is just listening to some tunes, right?" he demanded, squeezing down on the pen. It vibrated in his hands, skittering out of his slackening grip as he stared at it in surprise. It vibrated across the table as Ms. Bryants sighs, clicking it off before handing it back.
"Tones, Mr. Thomson, and you don't have to click it to make the pen come out. That's just to make sure we don't get tendonitis from all the paperwork we have to work with, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't run down the batter