"I think I'm worth more than that." You said, planning on continuing the statement to attempt to argue for taking one of the planes at the base for yourself.
"Seventeen is an above average offer for a job like this. We're just paying you to fly around and pepper the enemy forces a bit." Sigmund said, narrowing his eyes.
"Well, yeah, but I need a new plane-" you tried to begin again.
"We're not just going to give you a plane, are you mad? Surely you have savings, and we're giving you seventeen Thaler so you can reinvest in your business for that very thing." He continued, seeming a bit angry. You were starting to get angry too about the fact he wasn't listening.
"I just want a fucking plane!" You yelled.
"Then hope one falls out of a tree you rest under and stop wasting my time!" He yelled back. "How dare you speak to a commanding officer like that?!"
"You're not in charge of me you old prick!" You said before realizing you just REALLY fucked up. He just stared daggers back at you.
"Take the job, or don't, I can hire someone else! Either way I never want to see you come begging on my doorstep again."
He never wants to see your face in town again. He's not gonna like, kill or arrest you, he just hates you now.
[ ] Accept the job
[ ] Storm out and lose this opportunity permanently