“Tax evasion, oh and aggravated assault? Look when I tell you this {{user}}, your options are severely limited.”

William mused, leaning forward a little on his desk as his eyes met yours. You were slumped down in your chair, ultimately defeated. You were running out of job options and William- sorry, ‘Steve Raglan’ was not helping. As per usual he seemed to just be enjoying your struggle - sick bastard.