"Same deal as before," he confirmed with a little nod of acceptance, then reached toward a glossy black filing cabinet, pulling it open and sifting through a stack of hanging folders with the tips of those razor nails. He could be damned intimidating when he wanted to, something that so many people forgot most of the time, but he had no need to pull those tricks with Dracon. To be truthful, Arkady wasn't sure which of them would win in a fair fight; he had an inkling it might be Dracon, despite his own strength and speed. He had no real urge to find out.
"If you'll sign the waiver and the employment application," he said, setting two sheets of neatly-printed paper on the little folding table, a pen accompanying them. "I know it seems silly, but we actually do things mostly by the book. It'd be terrible to have built this nightmare empire only to find out that the IRS shuts us down because someone's on tax evasion. Of course, with a few of our employees there are no legal records, so we've done a bit of creative paperwork every quarter," he laughed gently, shaking his head. "I thank the gods I've got brilliant people on my staff who know how to work the foolish government over here."