"It's $29.99, sir."
"Oh... erm... I really can't afford it. Sorry for all your trouble."
The shop assistant really didn't look too pleased. She'd explored the murky depths of the storeroom to find that, and Ben hadn't bought anything. But then again, Ben was broke. He didn't have a job, and he barely had enough cash to keep his apartment. No, things really weren't looking too good.
Ben walked down the street, head forwards, hands in (empty) pockets. He had a few dollars for the groceries, but they were from his mom. But fate would have it's way.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what's this?" Ben thought. He'd noticed a small sticker on a lamp post on the edge of the kerb. It was worn and ripped, but it still maintained the most important details.
"WANTED - HEALTHY MALE TO WORK UNDER MYSELF AS ASSISTANT. HEAVY WORK MAY NEED TO BE DONE. MUST BE WILLING TO CHANGE APPEARANCE. PAYS WELL, UP TO $50, 000 PER ANNUM! APPLY HERE..."
"Sounds good! Too good, of course, but I'll find out before I commit to anything. But... where's 'here'?"
'Here' was right behind him, apparently, because a bespectacled man came from the front door of the large building, arms open and smile wide.
"You want the job? You got it! My goodness, those ad's work fast.."
Ben shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Ben, I would be interested, but I need to know exactly what I'd be doing first, the ad's a bit vague..."
"I'm sorry, boy, it's no questions asked. You want the job or not?"
It seemed a bit strange. The ad had clearly been there a while, but Ben was the first applicant. And it seemed a bit coincidental that the dude was coming out just as he passed. And just what exactly would he be doing?
"I'll..."