Alexander was almost worried that he had angered someone with access to para-military personnel. This was just a political way of saying mercenaries, after all.
But the offer intrigued him.
"What offer?"
Richard took a small pile of paper from his desk, passing it to Alexander. Small was putting it lightly, as at least thirty pages were stapled together in Alex's hands now.
A slight look of panic crossed his face, as he thought he would have to read this whole thing right here, right now. But Richard reassured him.
"This is just legal paperwork. Don't bother reading it for now. I will explain the gist of it."
Alex sighed in relief, lowering the pile of paper to his thighs.
"We rarely give out contracts to the private sector anymore. So this paperwork is our terms and conditions, if you will.