I smiled and shook my head at the girl. I remember being that desperate for food, willing to bend over for anyone who would give it to me.
"All good. You finish up your meal and then see if you can find the office," I said, dismissing her when one of the men around the table raised his hand. "Yeah?" I asked, feeling a bit too much like a kindergarten teacher.
"I am good with my hands and am willing to sell my soul for at least one meal a day," he said tentatively, standing up.
"Is there anything you are thinking specifically?" I asked. "I was hoping to turn this place into something that would be managed by all of you, with the majority of the profits going to all of you. Maybe we could even start a garden on the roof or something," I continued with a shrug of my shoulders.
