Lucas Roscente was buried in quarterly reports when his phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen and froze at the caller ID - "Ethan Roscente."

"Mr. Roscente?" Lucas answered, confusion lacing his voice.

"Do you know how to fix a clogged drain?" Ethan's deep voice came through the receiver.

Lucas nearly dropped his phone. He double-checked the caller ID - it was indeed the titan of Wall Street.

"May I ask...why?" He treaded carefully.

"Just answer the question." Impatience sharpened Ethan's tone.

Lucas swallowed hard. "Basic knowledge. First, you'll need to detach the pipe and check for blockages..."

The line went dead.

Ethan crouched beneath the kitchen sink. As he unscrewed the pipe joint, a putrid stench assaulted him.

Rotting vegetable scraps clung to the interior. Gritting his teeth, Ethan picked out the sludge with gloved fingers.

When he turned the faucet back on, water gushed from the loose connection. He shut it off immediately, brows furrowed.

"Still not fixed?" Jenna's voice carried from the living room.

Ethan stood, water stains blooming on his shirt cuffs. "Requires specialized tools."

Jenna pointed to the doorframe. "The building posted a plumber's number."

The advertised plumber informed him they were closed. Ethan hung up and dialed Lucas again.

"Purchase drain-cleaning tools. Deliver to Beverly Hills."

Lucas abandoned his paperwork and raced to the hardware store. One hour later, he handed the tool bag to Ethan outside the luxury condominium.

Watching his boss march upstairs with plumbing gear, Lucas rubbed his eyes. Moonlight illuminated the absurd sight - the impeccably tailored CEO now wrestling with a clogged drain.

"Only in a million years." Lucas shook his head and disappeared into the night.