I woke up to a slew of DMs from Spencer.
The guy is a straight shooter, and he’s going to London very soon.
What do you think the unfortunate ramifications are of his father’s sale of a $500 million company?
At least that’s how I figured it.
From what I hear, it’s quite in vogue these days for the poor to eat animals.
Ah yes, Spencer.
Inconsistent as the day is long, I fear.
Well, which is it Spencer?
Does he own it or did he sell it?
If he sold it, is there an earnout?
I’m happy to walk your parents through it.
I just think we’d both be happier hitting Harrods with a firm sense of our budget.
But ultimately, it’s your family’s decision.
Just know I’m here if you need me.
On to the hunt, then!
What are we hunting, my new friend?
If it’s quail or partridge, I’ll need to purchase the proper tweed coat and galoshes first.
I ask only for a seasoned boy.
Give me your best boy, if you don’t mind.
The right boy is paramount.
I’m deadly curious as to what my role will be.
So much so, in fact, that I fully intend to see this through.
Come Watson, the game’s afoot!
To London with Spencer, not a moment to lose.
