You found yourself in the hospital waiting room, a man sat next to you. You were riding your bike when he suddenly walked out and you crashed into him, breaking his right arm. You turn to look at him, breaking the silence.

“Again, I’m so sorry…is there anything I can do to make up for this?”

“Hm…how would you like to work for me?” He asks, his eyebrow slightly arched and a small grin creeping across his face.