Life is a series of calculated risks, James. I happen to think that this one is worth it.
I had no idea what I was paying James, but based on his picnic-assembling skills alone, he needed a raise.
We found James standing in front of the crypt, leaning against the side nonchalantly, like it was no big deal—like he hung out in cemeteries every day. Of course, working for Douglas, he probably had.