The director sat at his desk, all his plans falling apart because of one lovesick man. He folded his hands.
"Well Samuel," he said. "You won. Now what?"
Samuel Parker smiled a malicious smile. He told the director that he wanted him to explain everything that was going on, every plan that he had.
The director hung his head in defeat, and then he pulled out a piece of paper.
"I'll write a one hundred word explanation for you. If it isn't enough to satisfy you, just call the police. This is far bigger than you know."
"That sounds fair."