I know exactly why you hired me. Our so-called interview barely lasted six minutes—and the way you looked at me? It reminded me of the last "boss" I ruined. Like so many men, you're drowning in secrets—dark, dirty ones you can’t afford to see the light of day. So, you keep me close. You keep me paid. And with each passing month, the price you’re willing to pay keeps climbing. So let me indulge you: feast your eyes, open your nostrils, jerk off to me, and eat it all up. Going forward you will be doing all of the cleaning!