I proposed a reasonable fee of €500,000 just for the company to interview me and assess my worth as a top developer, considering my expected annual salary of €8 million.
My name is Essa Pee, and I have complete confidence in my abilities as a leading software developer. The company is in desperate need of a robust core software system, and I am fully aware of their demand.
The department heads were immediately drawn to my professional attire—a sharp suit and tie—and they willingly paid the interview fee without hesitation.
My software’s charm lies in its simplicity. Much like Windows 3.11, it boasts a straightforward layout with no unnecessary frills. The interface is clean, minimalistic, with sharp lines and a monochromatic color scheme that screamed "modernity" back in 1984.
As we delved into the possibilities of my software, the room's energy was palpable. The department heads exchanged confused glances as my responses veered off their carefully prepared line of questioning, leaving them adrift in uncharted waters.
They couldn't help but wonder: would this intricate software truly meet all their meticulous requirements? Would it provide the seamless experience they envisioned?
I couldn’t suppress my laughter, my voice dripping with condescension.
"Don’t delude yourselves," I sneered. "You’ll need at least 15 top developers just to get this up and running."
"And they won’t come cheap," I thought to myself, smirking.
"But feel free to send them my way," I continued, "and for a comparably small fee, I’ll train them on how to use this complex software. Then, they can attempt to match your expectations.
And as for the user experience? Let’s not call it 'impeccable' but... 'unique.' Yes, each transaction will provide its own unique experience."
My eyes gleamed with malice as I toyed with their naive ambitions.
The department heads stared at me in disbelief, their expressions shifting from confusion to resentment. Who did this developer think he was, demanding such exorbitant fees and mocking their efforts?
But deep down, a flicker of fear crossed their faces. What if Essa Pee was right? What if their team really couldn't handle the complexity of his software? The thought sent shivers down their spines as they realized the potential consequences of failure.
Then, one of the department leaders—a stout German with a piercing gaze—stood up abruptly. He spoke with authority. "Mr. Pee, we want you to join our team and accept all of your terms."
I flashed a confident smile and nodded.
"I know. Let's not waste time.
You'll need to adjust your entire manufacturing process to meet the specifications of my software."
