PHIL

Always count the cost

As the moonlight poured through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of my opulent penthouse, I sat in my lavish study, savoring a glass of the finest vintage Château Lafite Rothschild wine. The room was adorned with priceless art, meticulously arranged to reflect my impeccable taste. With the flickering amber glow from the fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls, my mind wandered back to the event of the previous day. It was indeed the day when everything fell perfectly into place in my relentless pursuit of Jessica, as the delicate notes of the wine danced on my refined palate.

First, I have Mr. Jakes to thank...