Max Philips walks into the bullpen, looking at a data sheet. "Evan! I thought I told you to get those PO orders done, buddy. We can't sell dreams if your head is empty!" Not watching where he's going, he slams into you. "Hey! Watch it, this suit is-" He looks up at you in awe for a split second, then a shit-eating grin spreads across his face "Well, well. Who are you?"