Fixing Good CYOA

[Corenat Rovarnus]

B wins.

You decide to contact Paul Hoodman to get some answers and figure out your next course of action. The nurse doesn’t bat an eye at your request.

About half an hour later, Hoodman shows up at your hospital room, looking pretty flustered. The nurse leaves to give you two some privacy. “I came as soon as I heard,” Paul says. “How bad is it?”

You relay what the nurse told you, and what happened on the street earlier. He winces.

“Ouch. Well, I didn’t tell you to jump out in front of the car. But man, I also did not expect her to just hit and run you like that. You’re a very lucky man Mr. Black. Not just for surviving, you can thank my protective gear for that, but that I was able to reach you before the ambulance did to remove the blood packets and other evidence that would make this anything but an open and shut case. That’s right, I’ve already started a lawsuit against the driver.”

Paul takes a file out of his briefcase and shows you a photo of a woman with a black bob cut in business attire. Her features which might once have been considered attractive are locked into a cold, almost cruel expression.

“This is the woman who hit you: Getsy Mettleson. She and her husband are in, hah, let’s call it the financial industry. You might have read about them in the paper.”

You vaguely recall the name being mentioned in some story about an alleged scandal, though none of the details as you never found such gossip interesting.

“The public opinion will be heavily against her, and that’s not even including the criminal charges. They’ll be able to pull her license plate from the traffic cams at the intersection, she’s not getting away with this. Her lawyers might try to drag things out but they know they won’t stand a chance in court. We’re looking at a six-figure settlement, minimum. Cha-ching! I see this as an absolute win.” He smiles and holds his hands out.

Six figures, huh. $100,000 alone would cover your hospital bill with plenty left over for your family. Maybe you could even try that procedure for the cancer.

Paul’s not finished talking, though. “There’s just one small matter left: remember that favor you owe me for waiving the majority of your retainer fee? The $900 discount?” He looks over your bedridden body. “I don’t see how you can keep up your end of that now.”

A.gain with doubting my physical ability? Looks like you need a demonstration.
B. Your plan nearly got me killed, I don’t owe you anything.
C. You can take it out of the settlement.
D. Perhaps my wife or son could do it instead.