I crashed and burned earlier than an important interview of my life...

Sure, actually.

I rammed my crappy Honda into the again of a customized black McLaren, and the horny bastard who owned it was removed from amused.

Particularly after I deserted him on the fiery scene with an "I.O.U.," twenty {dollars}, and a pack of glow-in-the-dark condoms as cost. (I am too broke to afford automobile insurance coverage.)

I managed to make it to my interview with a number of seconds to spare, however the associate I used to be anticipating to satisfy wasn't there.

As an alternative, it was the unforgettable man I would just crashed into: Mr. Damien Carter. And his first question--'Have you learnt that operating away from the scene of an accident is against the law?'--convinced me that I used to be not getting this job.

Alas, Hamilton & Associates known as me again, and I slowly realized that there are much more coincidences between me and my new boss.

Regardless that this grumpy bastard solely utters calls for and threats to me...

His agency is a spot straight out of The Godfather, nothing like "the great guys on the precise aspect of the regulation" on the promotional billboards. Its partitions maintain secrets and techniques, the shoppers are responsible as charged, and Damien Carter is every thing mistaken with the authorized system.

Properly, I believed that till we started a hate-love affair like no different, and I found his largest secret of all...