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"
Work
for
me
.
There
may
be
a
little
risk
,
of
course
,
but
if
you
survive
you
can
have
whatever
your
heart
desires
.
You
could
be
the
next
king
of
America
.
Now
,
"
said
the
man
,
"
who
else
is
going
to
pay
you
that
well
?
Hmm
?
"
"
Who
are
you
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Ah
,
yes
.
The
age
of
information
-
young
lady
,
could
you
pour
me
another
glass
of
Jack
Daniel
’
s
?
Easy
on
the
ice
-
not
,
of
course
,
that
there
has
ever
been
any
other
kind
of
age
.
Information
and
knowledge
:
two
currencies
that
have
never
gone
out
of
style
.
"
"
I
said
,
who
are
you
?
"
"
Let
’
s
see
.
Well
,
seeing
that
today
certainly
is
my
day
-
why
don
’
t
you
call
me
Wednesday
?
Mister
Wednesday
.
Although
given
the
weather
,
it
might
as
well
be
Thursday
,
eh
?
"
"
What
’
s
your
real
name
?
"
"
Work
for
me
long
enough
and
well
enough
,
"
said
the
man
in
the
pale
suit
,
"
and
I
may
even
tell
you
that
.
There
.
Job
offer
.
Think
about
it
.
No
one
expects
you
to
say
yes
immediately
,
not
knowing
whether
you
’
re
leaping
into
a
piranha
tank
or
a
pit
of
bears
.
Take
your
time
.
"
He
closed
his
eyes
and
leaned
back
in
his
seat
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
you
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
work
with
you
.
"
"
Like
I
say
,
"
said
the
man
,
without
opening
his
eyes
,
"
don
’
t
rush
into
it
.
Take
your
time
.
"
