graphic designer saves the world!

well. not quite "saves the world"-saves the world but, you know, "the world".

picture this: top graphic designer, award-winning, witty, smart alecky, atheletic and sexy as hell has his family's creative firm held politically ransom by this hotshot bigger creative firm (aka Dr. Evil) that runs the show - and apparently said hero graphic designer has the link to this contact and only he can persuade her to give the Contract of the Century to Doc E (childhood friend from the The Contract's firm who's also hawt as heck - only woman) - with, of course, some percentage cut in between so the smaller firm "benefits" too.

nothing more than an underhanded political scam to win the contract, our hero scrambles to prepare for cold calls to childhood friend, stay up late nights and skip meals to rush presentation after presentation for layers and layers of management people, make frantic phone calls, decide that he's falling for hawt-as-heck childhood friend and looking so yummilicious while sporting that five-o'clock shadow.

oh, oh, wait! and, and - the girl dies as a result of double-crossing him - pretend to help him but sold his ideas to Dr E's firm for an extra buck. reason of death: got found out then got taped to the wall by designer LV tape.

sounds like a story?