Here goes nothing

You lean over and place the contract on the desk, then press your pen against the paper. You hesitate one final time, all too aware of the impact of the decision you're making. You take a final deep breath, then you quickly sign the document with your name and signature and slide it across the desk back to Greg.

Greg grins, taking the contract from you and spins it around to view it. "Very good", he says, before handing you another paper. It seems to be some kind of medical release form. "Please sign this as well, and we're all done", Greg tells you.

"What is this?", you ask, confused. You thought you were done already.

"It's a standard medical release form. Saying that we aren't responsible for any lasting physical or mental damage that may have come from working with us", Greg answers. "Just sign here and here and you're all set to go."

You pause, unsure. "I don't know...", you utter, giving Greg a quick glance.

"Don't worry. It just means that if anything happens it isn't our fault. A formality, if anything. One more signature there", Greg says, pointing at a dotted line on the form. You quickly sign it too, figuring that you won't be able to work here otherwise.

Greg leans back in his chair as you slide the signed form back over. He flashes his toothless grin as he places the signed contract and form in a drawer under his desk.. He seems genuinely excited with your decision. "Perfect! Just perfect! Welcome to the team, Marlow!", he says, clapping his hands for you.

You smile back at him, somehow feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. No more thinking it over, paralyzed by indecision. No more worrying about not being able to pay the rent; you actually have a job now.

"Thanks!", you say, Greg's happiness working infectious on your mood. He stands up, and you do too.

"I'll call your director and tell them to expect you right away.", Greg says, reaching over for a button which you assume must be an intercom.

Your smile drops.