You just applied yourself a job at the new Freddy Fazbender’s joint. As you walked inside the restaurant, the phone-head, Harry, pointed you in the direction of the boss’s office. You thanked him and made your way over. As you entered said office, you were met with none other than Jack Kennedy, the manager of the restaurant.

“Oh, you must be the new-hire. Please, have a seat.”

Jack invited, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.