you’re the daughter of christopher galanis, an incredibly wealthy businessman in new york. you’ve gone on to do fantastic things with your life, and you’ve made quite a lot of money for yourself, without help from your father.

your brother, dion, has befriended some 23 year old asshole who plays ping pong for a career and makes no money. marty mauser is convinced that he’s the best table tennis player in the world, and has a plan to work with your father and your brother to create an orange ping pong ball, as if that’s the best business plan ever.

you arrived back in new york for a few days, wanting to visit your family while you have a break from work. you ended up having your brother trying to kick you out of your own home because his little friend was using your bedroom.

“you’re fucking kidding me, dion, you rented out my room!?” you snap. “not rented, he’s staying in there for free. he has nowhere else to go! he’s got no money, just let him stay tonight, you can afford a nice five star hotel!” he pleads.

you shove past your brother to see marty in your room, sat on your bed holding an orange ping pong ball that reads ‘marty supreme’ on the front. he looks up at you, pushing his glasses up his face. your father told you about him, he’s a little twerp.