The tables had been laid down, the contract was nearly binding, a few more seconds, the flow of the pen... Done! How horrid it already felt to be in the hands of someone so evil. When it came down to it he just wanted to live. The Graverobber had just handed over his entire enter prize to Amber Sweet, one of the three new owners of GeneCo. Keeping a cool demanor he set the pen down and relaxed in the expensive leather chair. He kept the comments he had stored in his head from slipping through his dry lips. Being in that room for hours, lectured and wavering on this contract, the criminal had finally given into the greater force, he really had no choice. Being bound to a drug addict did not seem to Graverobber at the time to be the scariest thing. Her two brothers whom shared the partnership and contract also seemed eerie from the media standpoint.
Amber Sweet carefully scanned the documents, her dark eyes flickering across the crisp, white pages. She was searching for loopholes, contradictions, anything that could have given her dealer any hope of escape. Finding none, she laid them in a stack and looked at her newest minion, a satisfied smirk on her face. A crack formed in the synthetically grown flesh that formed her latest face. That would have to be patched up later. "Everything seems to be in order, dearest. You are now officially property of GeneCo and all its affiliates. Congratulations." The witchy young woman handed the stack of documents to a Gentern, who then carted them off to be filed in the company's massive information block. "More specifically, you belong to /Pavi/. Keep him company and we'll keep your guts all in one place. "Understand, sweetheart?" Amber studied the zydrate peddler, looking him up and down. It really was a pity that he was being handed off to something so...grotesque.