“The elf,” he rumbled. “The pure one. Tell me, child, how does it feel to be our most effective employee?”
She smiled. “It can’t be that bad.” You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...
That is the terrible part of the tale. I stayed. Not because I was evil, but because I realized that true corruption isn’t a lightning bolt. It is a warm desk. A supportive team. A chance to do “a little bad” so you can do “a lot of good.” “The elf,” he rumbled
Stage four: The cycle continues. No one falls from a great height. We step down, one stair at a time, convinced we are just going to the lobby. “It can’t be that bad
I poured her a cup.
Stage three: The rationalization that the end justifies the means. The CEO—Malachar himself, a being of smoke and deferred rage—summoned me.
“I will not partake of suffering,” I said, chin high.