Beck

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.