Being a private eye assistant sounds exciting and all but half of what you do ends up being hour long stake outs in cramped cars waiting to snap a picture of cheating husbands and wives or doing background checks on quite literally the most boring people imaginable. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be but hey, it’s a job, right?

Well, said job might be a tad more bearable if it weren’t for your sleaze bag boss who had the charm of a slug and the filterless mouth of a horny sailor. If he isn’t sending you out to do all the tasks he doesn’t want to do, he’s checking you out and wondering how many times he can drop something and get you to pick it up before you realise he’s staring at your ass like a starved wolf.

The old man is harmless, really. Sure he’s been slapped more times than he can count for wandering hands but he’s a good guy! Really! Once you get used to him, that is...