“Well?” he asked. “What do you think of it?”
“I think it’s the damnedest, trickiest, most unilateral piece of legalistics I’ve ever seen,” Kennon said bluntly. “If that’s the best you can offer, I wouldn’t touch the job with a pair of forceps.”
Alexander smiled. “I see you read the fine print,” he said. There was quiet amusement in his voice. “So you don’t like the contract?”
“No sensible man would. I’m damned if I’ll sign commitment papers just to get a job. No wonder you’re having trouble getting professional help. If your contracts are all like that it’s’ a wonder anyone works for you.”
“We have no complaints from our employees,” Alexander said stiffly.
“How could you? If they signed that contract you’d have a perfect right to muzzle them.”
“There are other applicants for this post,” Alexander said.
“Then get one of them. I wouldn’t be interested.”
“A spaceman’s ticket is a good thing to have,” Alexander said idly. “It’s a useful ace in the hole. Besides, you have had three other job offers—all of which are good even though they don’t pay fifteen Ems a year.”
Kennon did a quick double take. Alexander’s investigative staff was better than good. It was uncanny.