[A little angst, lots of thrills, breakneck pacing. Feel free to leave your brain at the door]
I was a nobody, but when I got out of prison, I became a big shot's stand-in.
Now the flowers are blooming everywhere. As for their fragrance, only kids have to choose.
After countless close calls, I break free from their control. I'm no longer a puppet. I'll become a true king.
But here's the question: what do I do when the domineering wife of the boss falls for me?
