The girl turned back to One-Bolt. "Flexible hours?"
"Of course." One-Bolt's smile started to return.
"You mean we'll have to work nights and weekends." The girl scoffed.
One-Bolt's smile fell again.
"Great perks? You mean we'll have no coverage plans." Looking at One-Bolt's menacing gaze, the girl continued anyways. "Freedom of skill choices? You mean we won't train you. You'll need to figure out everything by yourself. Family group? More like we'll have to attend a bunch of events under peer pressure. Plenty of growth? You mean we won't be paid well. Oh. You are offering me an intern position. We won't be paid at all."
"By the end of the three years, you can pull out any excuse and refuse to give us a formal position. So no." The girl pulled out a wand. "I'm not interested in being a cannon fodder, or porter, or whatever, for free for three years. Now, get out of my way."
"You-" One-Bold squinted.