Call them codependent, but Cam's all his baby sister has ever had. Their mother and Sophie's father are too married to their work and always have been; Cam's been her brother, mother, and father since she was a year old and so when it comes time for her to go off to college...maybe they're both being stupid, but they decide she can forgo the whole dorm experience and they'll find an apartment somewhere within a reasonable commute to NYU's campus and Sophie will go to school while Cam starts looking for a job. He's just finished his bar exam; law school took a little longer than it should've because he'd had to juggle his course load while making sure Sophie got through high school with a state and a half between them at the time. It helps that their parents are fairly wealthy and are willing to pay the rent until Sophie finishes her four-year degree. That buys Cam a lot of time to find a good job and get shit done.

The problem is...they're from Greenwich. He studied in Boston University and then at UConn which was, admittedly, a step down the prestige ladder. He has no connections in New York City and no one gives a shit about a twenty-five year old kid who just passed the bar. He's been on six interviews and has sent in at least twenty resumes. Not a damn thing sticks until he answers a classified ad for help at a "small but growing" firm in Hell's Kitchen. Cam doesn't even know where Hell's Kitchen is; he has to Google the metro route to get there from lower Manhattan.

When he gets there, he stands in front of the building with his brow creased in confusion. This is a joke, right? This isn't an office building...right? All the same, he heads up the stairs and gets to the door. Sweet...baby...Jesus, small is right. There's no way this isn't just...two or three dudes in an office with like card tables instead of real desks, no way.

But it's a job. Potentially. So he knocks on the door anyway.