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...