"Perfect, now we can start," Dylan said, tapping the stack of signed contracts into a neat pile. He pulled out a neat, handwritten ledger, setting it flat on the table before standing tall, adopting the precise stance of a seasoned corporate executive addressing his board of directors.
Dylan first decided to know what were their specific skill sets before assigning them in specific jobs, "Now, let's talk assets and skill sets. Tell me what each of you can actually do."
He pointed toward the crowd. "Who has experience in a kitchen?"
A five-foot-nine man with striking blue hair hesitated before stepping forward, raising a bandaged hand. "I do... I was the one usually assigned to do the cooking when we were in our gang, Boss. The name's Allen."
Jerome, a darker skinned six-foot muscular man, also stepped up, "I also helped Allen in the kitchen. We took shifts in preparing meals, boss."
