How low I fell! Instead of running the family business, I’m running around the city with a bunch of idiots—constantly getting on my nerves—with that irritating taxi driver, and with some murky guy my furious lover supposedly assigned “to help” me. And he’s an ex now, too. And what luck that I lost those documents! Now I have to search with all my might for the cherished folder, fearing the anger of someone far scarier. Contains profanity.