"The saps driving through downtown Vinewood on their morning commute need something to aspire to. They don't want to look up and see green, peaceful hills. They want to gaze through your floor-length windows and see you in nothing but a snakeskin posing pouch injecting cold press kale juice with your tantric yoga instructor. That's the kind of status that doesn't come cheap, so dig deep. Part of Executives and Other Criminals."