Jamie Breyer hasn't paid rent in his Palo Alto office for over a year. But who wants to take a self-described scum sucking bottom feeder with a law license to court? Things were going fine, as far as it goes, until Breyer walked into his office one morning to find a senile old man sitting, looking lost, waiting, for him. In the old man’s lap was a manila folder, and it was filled with the strangest set of instruction the washed up middle-aged catfish had ever seen.
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