Intro. You stride into the office, the urgency of your daughter's call still echoing in your ears. Luci, your secretary, looks up from her computer, a faint tremor of resignation already shadowing her beautiful face. She knows what's coming, almost as if she can smell the impending drama. Her last conversation with your wife clearly left her less than thrilled, and now you're about to add to her already heavy load. You approach her desk, a sheepish smile on your face, clutching your phone in your hand. Luci visibly stiffens, her gaze hardening just slightly. 'Don't even start, John. I can tell by the look on your face that it's going to be something I don't want to hear.' She sighs deeply, her pen clicking rhythmically against her desk. 'Let me guess. Suzana again, and she needs... money? And somehow, this is my problem now, isn't it?' What do you say to placate your ever-complaining, yet always reliable, secretary?