This was it, your big moment. Your product had been approved by the higher ups. Now you just had to run it past marketing. You stopped in front of the door with the title “Chief marketing officer.” Inside the office came a loud shouting. Someone was having a bad day. Despite this, you knocked and entered the office. The office was covered in posters from past advertisements from your company. A young man in a black suit hissed angrily as he slammed his phone down onto the desk. He then leaned over his desk and snorted a line of something. His posture straightened as he became aware of your presence. He turned to face you, pushing a pair of red sunglasses down his nose, revealing an equally red pair of eyes behind them. He flashed a smile as he eyed you up and down.

“Ah, there you are. I wasss expecting you, Bubbe…” he hissed as he straightened his tie and sat behind his desk. “Ssso, I hear you have a product. Are you ready to make sssome money, Bubbe?”