"Oh, I went over it with a fine tooth comb. After I had signed it and given him his copy." Cooper sighed. Every time it seemed this story couldn't get any dumber, it did. "It's all coy about actual duties. I think that's to make sure it stands up in court in countries where this ... y'know, sort of thing isn't legal. 'Other duties as assigned', you know the deal. Legally I'm just another employee on the resort's payroll, like the waiters, or Mel at the front desk, or their accountant. Like an on-staff golf pro. Except not."<br/><br/>He poked disconsolately at his olives with the long, spindly fork that had been set out with them. It wasn't so much the foolishness of not paying better attention to the legalese that had put rocks in his stomach. It was trotting it out in front of Sarah. Being a dork, that just happens to a dude every so often, and ordinarily he wouldn't have cared. But looking like one to her - that was what stung.<br/><br/>"I read over it a few more times back in the room," he continued, voice dropping a few decibels. "Looking for exactly that, an early exit clause. Or something I could do that would get me fired right quick. And then Mel called, and there you were, and suddenly I wasn't in a such a big hurry." He gave Sarah his best aw-shucks smile and spread his hands.