I have an over active imagination.

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        I have this fantasy sometimes, of uncovering some dastardly government plot or cover up.  Maybe some Mortgage company shenanigans (oh wait) and embarking on an adventure filled with danger and intrigue.  I'm up one night, working feverishly on refunds when I stumble across something that isn't quite right, after some digging I discover the truth!  The people must be told!  I tell my boss and he is immediately blown up by a car bomb.

I befriend a down and out, alcoholic lawyer who helps me spread my story.  Millions of dollars are saved and the end is something bittersweet, like the lawyer dies of liver failure after turning his life around.

Then John Grisham makes it into a novel and it's optioned out to Paramount.

I make a killing off of royalties.  I chain smoke a lot in this movie too.  Because it's sexy.