The Price Of Fire

Chapter 1, Part 4

"Out of anything in the world, I would like... to never have to worry about expenses. To be able to pay off my mom's debts. To never have to say no to hanging out with my friends. To no longer have to worry about being homeless, or hungry. To be able to help others; buy food for the people living on the streets, take in all the stray pets." I stated, thinking of all the things I could do with endless amounts of money.

"So you want to basically be a saint. Great. I guess it is a good change compared to the usual I want to be famous, popular, wanted by everyone - ah I had a good fun with that one. Man ended up being wanted...by every police station in every state. Alright. Deal with the devil it is. But I have to warn you, that you will now owe me a favour back. You're okay with that?" He asked lifting his brow up. I nodded, knowing that with his help I would never have to have any financial worries. "Alright. Endless money it is. It does come with a price, as I said, you owe me. The favour you owe me will be something big. It's not what I'm about to ask you now. So, how would you like to work for me?" He offered, making multiple hand motions throughout.

"Work for you? In what sense?" I asked in reply, suddenly feeling slightly intimidated. "Ah well I have multiple work places, and I feel like you would need a good excuse for the reason you all of a sudden have so much money. You could say it's just a job that pays exceptionally well. I own clubs, pubs, bars, venues, buildings, your choice where you would like to work. Flexible hours, also of your choice. If you can't come in, you can't come in. Just let me know. How about I show you all the places? You can choose one and then we can talk about the contract." He explained, and after seeing me nod, he transported us to a black and gold decorated room. I could tell we were back on earth as it wasn't as hot anymore.

"Here, have a seat. Look through the catalogue. It's labelled about what the job type is, what you would have to do, how much on top of your wish you get paid for. I'll get someone to make us a drink. Be right back." He told me before leaving me alone in the spacious room through one of the three doors.

About half an hour later, as we sipped warm fruit tea, I have finished going through the catalogue. The book titself was big, but I had to get rid of a lot of spaces due to the journey I would have to make, even though I have been told I would be picked up and chauffeured to the place anyway.

"So, what have you decided upon?" He asked patiently taking another sip of his tea, and holding it steadily in his hands after. "This one. This one seems just fine." I reply, pointing down at one of the pages inside the catalogue. "Fair enough. A driver will come to pick you up at our discussed time then. You can call it an interview, but it will be mostly preparation, teaching you what to do and how. Training, you could call it." He stated and as we both stood up, offered me his hand to shake, which I did. "The deal is sealed. You will now receive any amount of money into your bank that you will need. An example, as to not confuse you, if you go on a website and add to the basket a dress worth £150, all you shall do is look into your bank account, and that money shall be there. It will look like it has been sent from my company, 'La Compañía Del Diablo'. You can have more than one shop basket open at a time, though I would only have one then switch to another." He provided me with a further explanation. "Now, I will send you back to your room. You look exhausted. The tea you drank should help you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. Let's not forget your cat shall we." He snaps his fingers, causing Inka to fall out of the force bubble and onto my lap. Before I can say anything else, I feel a tug on my chest, grabbing onto Inka, as we are transported into my room.

I gather my covers, climbing under while im still sat down. Inka jumps on my legs, stretching herself out before plopping down into a ball, falling back asleep, as I myself put my head on the pillow and into a deep slumber.