needs is to establish the rules of its updated genre game, and when these millennial versions of yuppies leave their downtown Manhattan apartment, we find out why we’re dealing with a properly tainted love story. During their morning commute, Emily and Luke kiss goodbye on the corner of their block. When we see them again, they’re respectively entering the elevator of their office job, pretending like they barely know each other.
Then Emily gets a phone call in the wee hours: Their colleague needs to talk to her about a potential investment. The address turns out to be a mega-swank hotel bar at the end of a dark, rain-slicked urban alley — seriously, where the fuckthose saxophones?! — and her coworker isn’t there. Instead, she sees the firm’s founder sitting there, nursing a Scotch. He’s summoned Emily to let her know thatwill be the next P.M. Both he and his second-in-command expect big things from her.