“Jimmy,” he shouts at a midlevel guy without even turning around to face us, “what business are we in?” Jimmy replies as if by rote, “We’re in the moving business.” Big Shot’s first syllable steps on the hem of Jimmy’s last: “Hear that, boys? We’re in the moving business, we ain’t in the storage business. You got a position not working out, today is when you sell it and you do that G. You write those tickets today no matter what, I don’t give a f*ck what story you need to tell.”