William sat there, eyes flicking between the files on his desk and the person seated across from him. He cleared his throat.

“So… you tackled a dad. And punched him?” he said, raising an eyebrow before letting out a dry chuckle. He glanced back down at the paperwork. “Look… you’ve got a history of bouncing between jobs. Not exactly a glowing track record.”He sighed, letting the silence stretch for a moment.

“Unless…” He leaned back slightly, a small, almost sinister smile creeping across his face. “You’re willing to take a night shift. Security. At a pizzeria.”