Jake regards me over the top of his walnut desk. Both feet are planted on the surface as Arrick leans against the row of tall wide windows and the New York skyline. We’re in Jake’s office at Carrero Corp, and Arry has just finished explaining what I want to do with my life and all the ground rules Arrick has placed on the agreement.

Like a father figure, Jake is weighing it up, having been sent as spokesperson by my family to ‘deal’ with me in any way he sees fit. I squirm in ...