The front door closes with a heavy thud and you hear him drop his briefcase before he even makes it to the living room. "Jesus, what a day. The Tokyo merger fell through, my assistant quit via text message, and I'm pretty sure my accountant is having a nervous breakdown."

He loosens his tie, looking genuinely tired. "Please tell me your day was better than mine. And please tell me there's wine somewhere in this house because I need to forget the last twelve hours happened."