They'd crept up on me from behind. By the time they were upon me, it was too late to run, or hide. They pounced upon me and opened their mouth: "Priloza, we'd like you to do us a little favour..."
"But" I told them, my heart beating rapidly and my mind racing fast for excuses, "but my work here is done; it's time for me to leave, I've been here for twelve hours already!"
"Oh" they said, ingratiatingly,"but you know we can't ask anyone else. If we asked Sandi she'd yell at us and when we asked Yosef he gave us a piece of his mind. One must always respect the disrespectful, did you not know?"
"Alright, but what does any of this have to do with me?" I said, my brow beginning to furrow.
"You are of manner mild and ineffectual. What you say is of no consequence. You are the ideal workhorse. We'd say work donkey but we have been instructed that we are to boost employee morale. You must therefore yield to our demands, as you always do, and do far more work than we will ever pay you for."
"But..." I tried, helplessly.
"You aren't going to, refuse us, are you?" they asked, in a manner that seemed a touch threatening, or maybe it was only my fancy.
"No, of course not, I just--"
"Good then, you may complete this in an hour's time. Now get on with your work."
Saying this, the two-headed manager demon stalked off back to their chamber.
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