Travis was shown down the hall to a richly furnished office. A man in a labcoat looking to be in his mid-forties sat behind a desk leafing through papers from a thick file in front of him. He looked up over the rim of his glasses as Travis walked in and stood quickly with a broad smile.
"Ah, you must be Travis!" His grip was firm as he shook Travis' hand and guided him quickly to a chair before returning to his seat opposite.
"I understand from your appointment that you are responding to our ad seeking youth?" He asked with a broad grin.
"Yes, I understand you're paying well, though I don't quite..." Travis began.
"Ah! You don't need to worry about all this detailed stuff. The ad was probably just badly worded!" Mr. Risk briskly cut him off with a wave of his hand. "The simple thing is we just need some subjects for something like a clinical trial before some of our already approved products go out the door. It's nothing notable really, but we have to adhere to the paperwork in this business, so it's really easy money for anyone with a few hours and who qualifies in our initial medical screening process."
"It's all rather tedious." Mr. Risk continued quickly on. "Very trivial, but you just can't cut corners in the medical field, you understand!"
"I guess that sounds alright." Travis ventured as Mr. Risk glanced over him.
"You look healthy enough, I'd say, but we do have to be sure of such things." Mr. Risk continued in a genial but brisk businesslike fashion. "We'll just need you to sign a consent form, then we can probably get you into screening... to ensure you have no pre-exisitng conditions, of course."
Mr. Risk pulled a small stack of stapled papers from the file and passed it across to Travis with a pen. A bright smile on his face that set Travis at ease. When Travis looked through the papers he couldn't make sense of it... it was all written in convoluted legal jargon.
Stepping around the desk, Mr. Risk continued "It's all pretty boilerplate, really. Nothing nefarious, it's just a release form consenting to the screening and test period. I can tell you all the boring details after the screen if you like, but the important thing at the moment is just to get your signature on the last page." Risk flipped to the last page and indicated the signature line there with a tap.
Travis signed his name and Mr. Risk took the packet from him, returning it to the file.
"Great, great! If you would just follow me we'll get you to medical screening. I think we might have a different client there, but we do have two screeners so you won't have to delay."
Risk set off down the hall as Travis followed behind.