All of a sudden there was a sudden stench of rotting bandages and rotting flesh. That was never good, but being business partners with the god of the dead it was expected time to time.
The door between Osiris’ office and Zeus slammed opened as Osiris hovered into the room. He always hovered, something about how he was to divine to ever set foot on mortal soil, and he always slammed doors when he went through them, something about not knowing his own divine strength on this plane.
Like I said total dick.
“Zeus! The all mighty Osiris has come to speak with you about the current state of the bank!” He announced as he hovered himself into position in front of Zeus’ desk. “Things are not looking good.”
Zeus stroked his beard and gestured toward the chair.
“Take a seat Cyrus.”
“I shall gladly take a seat for it is my divine right!” Osiris positioned himself hovering over the chair in a seated position and Zeus had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. “As I said things are not looking good.”
“The last financial report said we were still sustainable for another ten or even twenty years though Cyrus, we’ve had this discussion. I even had Jesus look it over ten times to make sure. You need to stop worrying about this partner.”
“I cannot! For I am Osiris and all possible outcomes are open to my eyes!”
“You’ve been talking to Thoth again haven’t you?”
“He’s my financial adviser what can I say!?”
Zeus threw his hands up in the air and left them hanging in the air, prostrated toward his business partner.
“I thought we agreed not asking any prophetic gods for advice on this venture Cyrus!” Zeus got up from his seat and walked toward his window. “We agreed on just running a normal mortal business, one where we could have as much power as we used to, but still have it within mortal means.”
“If I, the all powerful Osiris, had not gone to Thoth before, this bank would have gone under centuries ago.”
“I do not apologize, it was necessary.”
Zeus put his head in his hand. When Jehovah had ousted all the other gods but himself from the professional god scene they were all rife for purpose. This whole thing had been Zeus’ and Osiris’ coping method. An effort to “fit in” amongst the mortals, and Osiris had been ruining it for who knows how long.
“What’s the news from beak-face Cyrus?” Zeus said with a hint of defeat.
“In five years a financial downturn will hit the United States and many banks will go under, only to bought out by larger banks. Ours will be one of them.”
“So what? We’d be working with mortals?”
“We, and more importantly I, would be working under mortals Zeus. They would be our superiors.”
“Fucking hell.” Zeus shook his head. “What do we do? How do we avoid this?”
“Thoth has told me that it is unavoidable.”
“So why are you even telling me this? Let’s stay in business for as long as we can and just sell the bank when it starts going down.”
“No one will want to buy us out before we are completely ruined along with several other banks. It is inevitable.”
“Great Cyrus, you’re being a real help.”
“The only course of action is to liquidate our bank now.”