"Oh, fuck no, I am [i]not [/i]taking company housing - or security, or augs, or any of that bullshit. Like you said, I am [i]not [/i]going to be a corporate lifer - and like you said, my job is to not be reliant on anything company internal. I want briefcases full of cash, no brand loyalty contracts for my purchases, and no questions about where I'm getting the shit I need, and the second I feel like I've got enough to quit capitalism I'm fucking [i]bouncing[/i]." She paused, a little taken aback by the passion that had crept into that. "Woah. I mean, like, I still need the money, but I want money as a way to [i]freedom [/i]and not getting myself deeper into scary debts. I'm working for a paycheck, I'm [i]not [/i]working to pay off top shelf augs. Seen where [i]that [/i]path ends."

Ideas occurred beneath the surface. "Speaking of, is there any power in this role, or am I just, like, taste testing your coffee for poison?"