Well, sort of.

"Those are some pretty high dollar jobs there. How do I know you are truly the kind of person worth that kind of money?" She frowns.

"How about a probationary period to prove that?" You suggest with a shrug.

"Always can use another hand around the hotel. You, Mr. Xley, have got a deal." She smiles, producing a contract out of thin air.

"Why did that make me feel like this is a deal with the devil?" You say warily, as she hand you a pen.

"Better the one you know than the one you dont and maybe never will." She smiles.

"Fuck. Very persuasive." You thought out loud.