Gwynn Flimsy trots down the corridors in her carriage of ego, waving to the cheering and wailing like a North Korean parade.
She is an ingenious Bad Decision Collector.
Her most precious: Mindy Malarkey, a “Senior Director” who spends her days pinching ideas and gathering dirty laundry. Managing Malarkey is a panic room with a gift basket.
The arrangement works perfectly until Malarkey forgets herself.
“Don’t worry about Gwynn,” Malarkey tells the room. “She’s a mouse.”
Flimsy—a woman of delicate delusions—quietly asks if anyone has a bucket of sand. Just deep enough for a human head.