Corrigan is savvy enough to know there's a piece missing -- something that explains how the former owner could turn such a tidy profit, when many other businesses who provide hospitality services have gone under, but which also explains why the man was so desperate to sell and skip town. Kurt is eloquent and well-spoken, but they're giving away absolutely nothing. It's a rare talent, being able to seem ostensibly honest and transparent, but also so careful.

So Corrigan decides to be blunt. Fingers still hooked in his tie, he meets Kurt's eyes evenly. "You made a profit each year, yes, but it's been grossly mismanaged. I got this place for a song, and there weren't any provisions for the permanent residents in the contracts. If I'm going to take the risk of keeping you all on, I need to work closely with someone who understands this place, and how it can make money again."

He leans forward a bit, looming over Kurt, tone soft and serious. "I don't need a receptionist. I need an assistant to keep this place from going up in flames. Are you capable of that?"