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"Oh, without a doubt I accept, sir." He said, maintaining strong eye contact. He took a moment to wipe each lens of his glasses with his two palps. A wave of reassurance rushed through him with the confirmation that he most definitely had the job. There was no going back now. This was the beginning of a new era, one that the Money Spider knew he would have to earn.
The Money Spider received the card and took the datapad, recognising it as a symbol of responsibility, work and success. As if he were just given the keys for a plane that could take him anywhere. While his palps didn't have 'fingers' like Sienna, he was able to stick/unstick things to the tiny setule hairs that covered his body. He looked at it, and switched it on and off to get a gyst for the device. Promptly, he fitted both items into his front pocket.

He held back a chuckle in response to Sienna, intending to lose focus on her. Returning eye contact the Money Spider responded to Indigo "Of course. That can be sorted with ease."

The Money Spider tilted his had at the mention of his right to employ gardener mercs. Perhaps surprising to one who didn't know him, but Midas found physical confrontation very unappealing. The premise of employing defence on his behalf was something that greatly interested him. Nevertheless, the Money Spider focused on what was important. "Oh, Indigo, the Money Spider assures you the money will be spent with the greatest amount of efficiency. My namesake isn't hyperbole, you know. Anything you want spent or bought, the Money Spider can find the best numbers for." The Spider began to pack his papers back into the suitcase, and closed it shut. "So, I suppose the Money Spider should get to clearing out his apartment, no? Clean out the cobwebs and such, ahahahah. And I may contact you two via the datapad, yes? The Money Spider takes it that communication is key as the motif goes."

The Spider's legs begin to make slow movements, restless with a desire to stretch.