Malachar leaned close. His breath smelled of burnt 401(k)s. “You are doing evil while believing it is good . That is not purity, little sprout. That is middle management.”
That is the terrible part of the tale. I stayed. Not because I was evil, but because I realized that true corruption isn’t a lightning bolt. It is a warm desk. A supportive team. A chance to do “a little bad” so you can do “a lot of good.” You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...
“Coffee,” he said.
She smiled. “It can’t be that bad.” Malachar leaned close
Malachar laughed—a sound like a collapsing galaxy. “Finally. A honest employee. You’re promoted.” I did not quit. You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...