Poor Nate. He reduced himself to jogging in a nice suit, all to catch up with the dude who is trying to collect on the Spectator's line of credit. Nate gets him to agree to talk to the lender about an extension. Nate is a terrible business person. Why didn't Nate's grandfather hire a competent accounting department for him when he created this stupid paper? Or hire a business manager? Do I have to do everything? And why couldn't NATE have been all sweaty in tiny jogging shorts? I mean really.