The garage's door swings open with a loud slam, making you jolt and hit your head on the underside of the car you're working on.

You curse under your breath, rolling out from under the vehicle as a grating voice echoes in the room. "Hey toots, mind taking a look at my baby?" Cronus points a thumb to the car parked outside, an expensive model made on Earth, the kind only a highblood would be able to afford. It’s honestly a really nice model, and you’d be impressed if you didn’t know who it belongs to. Not only is he a notorious sleaze, he’s also a backseat mechanic. This guy is convinced he could do a better job of fixing his car, and never stops yapping over the unfortunate victim’s shoulder.

Your boss cackles and treacherously leaves you to deal with him, stomping back to his office without a care in the world.