Let Caden Landon Pay to Play

: Nasal Implant

3

Caden Landon looked over, and when he saw who had spoken—an "old acquaintance"—he flew into a rage.

"You again! Can't you just stay put like the little Extra you are? What are you doing butting in?"

"Don't think you're going to hit the big time just because you landed that role. An Extra is always an Extra. You'll play the part, and you're still destined to be ridiculed by the whole internet."

My eyes gradually regained their focus.

'When I really thought about it, aside from being exceptionally good at making a scene, Caden Landon had nothing else going for him.'

I glanced at Director Warren, who immediately walked over to the monitors.

'Anyone who could do business with my dad had to be quick on their feet.'

I took a few small steps, luring him into the camera's frame.

"Caden Landon, I won't deny the fact that I hit you. And I'll pay every penny of the compensation I owe."

He listened, then said with his nose in the air, "$200 million. Otherwise, I won't agree to a private settlement."

'Hilarious. It's not like I was planning to settle privately anyway.'

'What kind of nose is worth $200 million?'

"Let's just go straight to litigation. We'll let a judge decide. That'll save us from this pointless haggling."

"Just a friendly reminder: you should go to the police station first and get an official injury report. A simple nasal fracture is considered a minor injury, which means I won't face jail time."

"After the injury report, you can get a disability assessment. Except, an injury like this won't even be classified as a disability. The best you can get is a designated recovery period covering lost wages, nursing care, and nutritional support."

"Once the whole process is done, you'll probably get around a few hundred thousand dollars in compensation."

Caden Landon stared at me, completely baffled. He was clearly clueless about the law.

"My face is disfigured, how is that not a disability?"

The onlookers stared at me with the same baffled expressions.

I scoffed. "Because I'll request a causality assessment. The punch of an average woman isn't strong enough to do that to a nose. It only looks this bad because you have an implant in there."

"You can go to the hospital and get a maxillofacial CT scan. We'll see if I actually broke your nasal bone, or if I just knocked your implant crooked."

"If it's the latter, just go get the implant fixed. You can bring me the invoice, and I'll reimburse you."

Caden Landon opened his mouth, but couldn't get a single word out.

'If I had just sworn at him, he would've fired back with something even more vicious.'

'But by countering this way, with that empty head of his, he would have trouble just repeating the technical terms, let alone refuting my argument.'

Behind the monitor, Director Warren didn't forget to give me a thumbs-up. Then he delivered the finishing blow, "Caden Landon, did you get all that?"