“I know it is, I’m just not going to give you or certain men the satisfaction they haven’t earned or deserved.” she said with a dull glare and a hand resting on her waist. Seriously, no judging here, she was even willing to let be taken pictures of her naked, if she was paid the right price only.
Considering the guys this dude threw when she arrived, and the place around, she doubted the clients would satisfy her price standards. Plus, she already worked in Pendulum Labs, but that he did not need to know. A small furrow crossed her features, that definitely was the future pirate king, ladies and gentleman.
“Seriously…” Nami mumbled, hopefully Robin could help with the plan, “All right we’ll do this, you raise him 20% because you’re dealing with a warrior there. If I get him to do the job properly, without giving you headaches, you raise him 40% more. Since I will be helping you for this, you’ll add another 20% to his raise, despise whatever result comes to this.”
This chick was serious, chucking in extra clauses and justifying every penny she was trying to pinch. Bazz-B waited patiently, nodding along and pretending to be thoroughly impressed by her generosity. When she was done listing all her terms and her grand offer, he let out a long whistle. “That seems like might fine deal,” he said quietly, motioning her to come closer. “But, between you and me.. are you out of your god damn mind?”
He would have smacked her upside the head if he wasn’t sure Luffy would get his knickers in a knot. “That’s not just an 80% increase you’re asking for, that’s some incremental shit.” Bazz-B might not have been the most mathematical Quincy around, but he could do basic shit like 1 + 1 = a fuck tonne more than the kid deserved to be paid.
Sighing, he rubbed his temples. “How about we talk about a 25% raise,” he countered. “Assuming you can keep him in line. If he starts to slip up, that money disappears. If he goes good for, say.. two months, we’ll chuck in an extra 10% just for you.” This was already more than the kid was worth, but it was a lead up to his sealing the deal. “Final condition, you gotta go out to dinner with me.” If there was one thing he knew about prideful women, they’d run for the hills when faced with the prospect of a date with a punk like him.