"I am WHAT NOW !? " Vincent said, screaming almost, totally shocked, full of disbelief, if he wasn't dead he would've died there;
Mrs. Ooma, who now seemed to be a very patient woman, pinched the bridge of her nose, finding this boy a very noisy one. With a sigh, she looked back at him, with exhausted eyes.
" Dead. You Died. " She said, bored and tired; " When you were going back from work, a car lost control, since it was raining heavily, and hit you, you're dead, Mr. Vanlore " she explained, trying to answer all of his possible questions before he could make them;
Vincent couldn't believe his ears, he left out a sarcastic laugh, looking around, trying to find cameras, denial was a strong feeling on him.
" No, no, no, no, you're joking, right? You must be! I... I can't be dead!" Vincent started to say, shuttering and freaking out, he even stood up, gripping his hair; "The... The lady out there! She said this is a job interview! How can I be in a job interview and dead at the same time!?" He asked, looking at the woman, hoping she would say it was a joke;
Mrs. Ooma didn't seem to be, she only looked, no, stared, at him, like an angry mother, not taking her bratty son's tantrums anymore.
" I am not, you died, accept it. " She said, her patience long gone, Vincent could even see her hair getting whiter from stress; " and yes, it's also a job interview - even though I would call it more of a job assignment - since you're a non-believer, no hell, heaven, purgatory or whatever for you, you're going to work. For us, for all eternity " Mrs. Ooma explained, now fully, not leaving room for questions or complaints;
Vincent coughed blood, finding hard both to believe and to not believe on what he heard, he could accept his death, it seemed rather real at that moment already, but the work part? This was almost pathetic! Saying someone is dead, dragging them into some work interview only to say that they're obligated to work for them!? Total joke material, truly unbelievable, Vincent could've been pathetic on his life, but he had some little self respect to spare.
"I am not working for you! This is total bullshit!" Vincent declared, looking angrily at the woman, like she had told him a very inadequate joke, then making mention to leave;
" We provide our workers with house, transport ticket, food tickets, health insurance that covers 100% - even though I doubt this will be of use - , thirty days of paid vacation and no policy of 'sick days', up to fifteen days, you're paid even though you do not attend due to sickness if you show us a medical report " Mrs. Ooma said, after sighing, with a sharp expression, like she had done an irrefutable offer, which was plenty what she had indeed done;
Vincent not only stopped on his tracks, but also turned to look at the woman with a very pleased face, not even in his past life he had such a great job opportunity, he wouldn't deny it, so, as quickly as he walked away, he walked back towards the table and sat on the chair, all posed and smiling.
" Where do I sign? " He asked, smiling ear to ear, sitting on a cute pose, like a troublemaker boy when the visits come to his house, totally fake sweetness;
Mrs. Ooma, who had just convinced the man to stay and work willingly, smiled proud of herself, on that way salespeople do when they hook someone on a dirty deal like a pyramid scheme, and handed Vincent a pen and a five page contract, open on the last page, for him to sign. He grabbed the contract and, despite being very anxious and eager for the benefits, read it all, from the first to the last page, every single clause was read by him beforehand, in order to not allow Vincent to fall on some dirtier scheme than working for Death. Mrs. Ooma's smile begun to fade away from home long Vincent was taking, " sign it already, dammit " she whispered to herself, getting more impatient, it was only after what seemed to be an eternity, he finally signed the paperwork and handed it to the woman across him.
" Here, Mrs. Ooma, is there any other information that you need? " He asked, not even sounding a bit like the hysterical man from two minutes ago;
" Finally! No worries, everything else is already settled, just remember to go get your house sorting with the Benefits Management Department at the end of the day " Mrs. Ooma said, keeping the paperwork on some drawer, and smiling to Vincent as she gave him instructions;
" Yeah, yeah. When do I start? " Vincent, who wasn't listening to anything after 'everything else is already settled', just agreed with her and already asked her something, thinking about how would he rebuild and furnish his new house;
" Today. " She said, quickly, not even giving the poor man, who had been left speechless with his mouth opens and his eyes wide open, time to think," you have just been hired, Mr. vanlore, congrats! " The woman said and proceeded to clap her hands, happy, eerily happy, some confetti even popped out of somewhere, leaving Vincent utterly confused;
" BUT- " He started, but the words were stuck in his throat and all he could do was waving idly;
" No 'but', you're hired, I'll ask someone to help you around " Mrs. Ooma said, cutting all chances for Vincent to complain, while dialing some number, " yeah, send Alexander to my office " she said on the phone, quite used to it, and then ended the call;
Vincent and her kept staring at each other for some time, but, before it became uncomfortable or embarrassing, the door to Mrs. Ooma's office opened and a voice, deep and young with a hint of a foreign accent.
" Hello, Mrs. Ooma, did you call for me? " Said the voice, making Vincent turn to see it's owner;