“So are you in?” asked Janice, brandishing a stack of brand new business cards.

“I like your enthusiasm,” said the investor, “but…”

Janice frowned. “But what?”

“I’m not sure the world really needs a Leviathan Tamer.”

He felt differently in the morning, in a sort of slobbery, lifeless, half-digested way.

This story was based on a title suggested by @MisterFiendZero.