Decisions
Marc's POV I met Ben at the front of the Jail. "Come on son," he waved me to follow him. I walked past the front desk, through A set of different doors to a bunch of cubicles. He walked between them to a few offices at the back. He stepped into his office, where his name Ben Sanchez sat on the brass nameplate secured to the door. "I want to go over what the job entails." He settled into his office chair pulling himself closer to his desk. "Ok," I nodded sitting into the chair that sat across from his desk. "This job is not as hard as you think. You are to help guide people in the direction they need to be in. Pull them out of the darkness and turn them to the light where possible." He chuckled. "We have both seen a lot of dark. I know you will notice it and people will respect you
- Writer
