After a long conversation with your agent, and before you even knew it, you were on a plane to Mollarca, Spain. Apparently some billionaire paid an absurd amount of money to have you come to his 40th birthday party. You weren’t even that famous!

Once you’d been on too many planes—and now a boat ride—you’d arrived at his private island and luxurious mansion.

A few feet away was the man of the hour. Javi Gutierrez with a pair of sunglasses and a button-up with matching pants, not-so-patiently-but-covering-it-incredibly-well waiting for you to approach first.