David: Nygma is insanely obvious with the suicide note, too, even pointing out that it’s DEFINITELY Dead Fred’s handwriting. Bruce seems skeptical, since he decides to give Fred’s family full benefits, even though Wayne insurance doesn’t cover suicides.
Chris: Wayne Insurance only covers parents being murdered in an alley. It’s alarmingly specific.
Chris: Wayne Insurance only covers parents being murdered in an alley. It’s alarmingly specific.
—Chris Sims and David Uzumeri on
Batman Forever
Batman Forever"Darling, I've never fired anyone in my life, and I don't intend to start now."
— Richard Rich Sr., Richie Rich
"Considering the mental anguish incurred due to external influence, as your employer, I should provide entertainment as compensation. And, after careful consideration, I'd like to propose a trip to The Yellow Flag tonight to drink away our pain. This one's on me, of course."
— Dutch, Black Lagoon, "Ring Ding Ship Chase"
"Unlike your current employer, I protect those who work for me. I don't abuse them to satisfy royal whims, or force them to abuse each other. [...] Littlefinger looks at you and sees a collection of profitable holes. I see a potential partner."
— Lord Varys, Game of Thrones, "Valar Morghulis"
"Hear me out. You earn fifteen hundred francs a year, which is the stipend of a fine, brave army officer who risks his life every day. You enjoy meals that many a head clerk, a poor slave who is far busier than you, would envy. Though a servant, you yourself have servants who take care of your laundry and your belongings. Over and above your fifteen hundred francs in wages, you are taking a cut on the toiletries and similar purchases you make for me, and stealing nearly an additional fifteen hundred francs every year."
"I am not complaining, Monsieur Baptistin, it's a reasonable amount. However, I wish it to stop forthwith. Nowhere will you find a position comparable to the one that good fortune has gotten you here. I never beat my servants, I never swear, I never lose my temper, I always forgive a fault, but never negligence or forgetfulness. My orders are usually brief, but clear and precise: I prefer to repeat them twice or even three times, rather than for them to be carried out incorrectly. I am rich enough to know everything that I wish to know and- be warned- I am very curious. So if I were ever to learn that you had spoken either good or ill of me, that you had commented on my actions or watched over what I do, you would leave my house immediately. I never give my servants more than one warning. You have had yours. You may go!"
—The Count of Monte Cristo (Robin Buss translation)
Ghouling, to a Nosferatu, should be performed with the same amount of forethought one would put into creating progeny, and Nosferatu ghoul only those whom they would consider for the Embrace. Accordingly, this tight-knit clan treats newly initiated ghouls as the "new childer" in the Nosferatu warren; the vampires train their ghouls to become bold, resolute, and above all, competent, nourishing them and teaching them the clan's history in the process. Very often, Nosferatu warrens resemble "communes": each ghoul works for the good of all Nosferatu, not just her domitor, and the Nosferatu treat all ghouls, animal or human, with equal amounts of esteem.
—Vampire: The Masquerade - Ghouls: Fatal Attraction
Probably my biggest surprise in the five months I'd been working for Morden had been coming to realize that he wasn't actually a Bad Boss. He was ruthless with any challenges to his authority, but as long as I didn't do that, he was fairly easy-going. He didn't threaten or bully or give me pointless tasks just for the sake of it. Oddest of all, he actually seemed willing to listen. He'd rarely change his mind based on my input, but he did pay attention and if I didn't understand what he was doing, then he'd take the time to fill me in.
Mr Maulding is a good and kind man. I just want you to know that, sir. He's always been generous to me. My boys, my lovely boys, they're buried in the cemetery here, and I get to speak to them every day. There are always fresh flowers for them, no matter the season, and the weeds are kept at bay. Mr Maulding arranged that, sir. He spoke to the generals in London, and they brought my boys home for me, each of them in turn. I've never wanted for everything, Mr Wilcox neither. All Mr Maulding asks in return is for his meals to be prepared, his clothes to be cleaned and his bed to be made, and otherwise to be left in peace with his books. There is no harm to the man, and no harm should come to him.
—Mrs Gissing, The Fractured Atlas: Five Fragments
Deadgrave had turned out to be an amazingly good employer. He had learned from the examples of too many necromancers and dark lords who had ruled their minions with whips and iron fists and who had ended up friendless and dismembered the moment the chips went down. He followed through on his promises. The light musical theatre took place regularly as scheduled and were pretty enjoyable, even if the traveling theatre groups that were brought in tended to perform with a certain wild-eyed terror. And we were allowed to keep whatever we looted from invaded villages. This rarely amounted to much more than a few armfuls of potatoes and the occasional sheep, but we didn't hold it against him because he was just so considerate. One time, I made an offhand comment about how hard it was to hurl prisoners into the rat pit without getting nibbled, and the very next day there were nibble-proof overalls waiting in the rat pit antechamber.
If we reduce the number of employees for better short-term financial results, employee morale will decrease. I sincerely doubt employees who fear that they may be laid off will be able to develop software titles that could impress people around the world.
"For the martially inclined—bodyguards, enforcers, and such — I will provide one kilogram of Ether for one day's work. By 'day,' I mean half of one thirty-hour cycle. That's the schedule I keep. If you suffer an injury in my service, you will still be paid for your days of recovery."
Sibilant murmurs of surprise echo around the Spider's chamber. The Dregs and Vandals gathered before him are trying to figure out the catch. Spider allows himself a luxuriant smile.
"For those who prefer a more… freelance… lifestyle, you will find me an enthusiastic collector of salvage and secrets. My prices are posted on the local network. In the last forty orbits, I have changed them twice."
He pauses to let the Eliksni tune into his network, let the prices sink in. The hisses of joy are even louder this time.
"You are used to competing for the favors of your Kell. Let me make one thing clear. I am no Kell, and I do not waste my favor on you. Honor your side of the deal, and I shall honor mine. No more, no less."
"Now." Spider claps his hands, relishing the thoroughly Human uselessness of the gesture. "Get to work."
—Lore: Ether Doctor, Destiny 2
Neville Sinclair: Valentine, we're going to do what I think is necessary.
Eddie Valentine: And that includes breaking one of my men in half, huh? The next time you go after one of my men, I'll kill ya.
Eddie Valentine: And that includes breaking one of my men in half, huh? The next time you go after one of my men, I'll kill ya.
"You my employee. Your job follow orders. My job take care of you."
—Orrig, Daughter of the Lilies
The Great Depression increased the power of Vito Corleone. And indeed it was about that time he came to be called Don Corleone. Everywhere in the city, honest men begged for honest work in vain. Proud men demeaned themselves and their families to accept official charity from a contemptuous officialdom. But the men of Don Corleone walked the streets with their heads held high, their pockets stuffed with silver and paper money. And even Don Corleone, that most modest of men, could not help feeling a sense of pride. He was taking care of his world, his people. He had not failed those who depended on him and gave him the sweat of their brows, risked their freedom and their lives in his service. And when an employee of his was arrested and sent to prison by some mischance, that unfortunate man's family received a living allowance; and not a miserly, beggarly, begrudging pittance but the same amount the man earned when free.
Otto: It's watermelon day in the cafeteria, the nap-time blankets just arrived for the kindergarteners, and we have the Madison Square Garden Dog Show. It's hard work being president!
Melanie: Let's bake up more cookies, enough for everyone!
Melanie: Let's bake up more cookies, enough for everyone!
