Deimos grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. His youth was spent traveling by private jet from ski lodges to beach resorts, his acceptance into Yale came with the donation of a new building bearing his last name, and his flashy, high-paying job at a prosperous company was handed to him by his father. The only thing he lacked was a pretty trophy wife to hang on his every word and dote on him as befitted a man of his status.