Who would not wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork's Royal Mint and the bank next door?
The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's something nameless in the cellar, and it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss.
A 300year old wizard is after his girlfriend, he's about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins' Guild might get him first. Oh. And everyday he has to take the Chairman for walkies.
Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is....