Meet the Gods of the Fifth Floor. They work hard. They play hard. They f#ck harder. Think Madmen meets Suits. They have history. They have a connection. They have unfinished business. Beck Money. Power. And as many women as I can shake my d*ck at. Apparently I’m living the American dream. In reality, I’m trapped in my worst nightmare. And I can’t seem to wake up. The ghosts of my past haunt my future. The money. The hook-ups. The ad agency. The friends. I’d give it all up in a heartbeat, for the one thing I want, but don’t have. Her. Mel I’ve worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get where I am. I should be proud of my achievements. Instead, my success is marred by guilt. It weighs heavy on my mind day and night. My future is apparently bright. Yet I can’t seem to shake the ghosts of my past. Each day I remind myself what I have, and try to forget what I’ve lost. Him.