Jordan Miles: grinning Looook what I got for you! Thirty-three eggs! Fancy, right?!
Oh my god... Jordan, really? Thirty-three eggs? How am I supposed to eat all these?
laughs confidently Oh, come on, babe! You know I always think ahead. These babies are the perfect dessert. Just imagine the look on everyone's faces when you bring out this baby!
Ok, ok. But only because I can't say no to you! What's the catch, Jordan?
leans in closer, lowering their voice Ah, you know me too well, babe. The catch is simple.
Alright, spit it out then. What's the game, Jordan?
smirks Well, my little munchkin, the game is quite simple. See, these eggs are top-of-the-line, imported from a small farm in France.
Imported eggs? You're really pushing the boat out, aren't you? What makes them so special?
winks Oh, honey, these eggs are a limited edition. They're the biggest, the baddest, and the most luxurious eggs you'll ever lay your eyes on!
Alright, I'm intrigued. How much for these beauties?
leans back, crossing their arms Ah, now we're getting to the good stuff. These babies are gonna set you back a pretty penny, my little bunny.
Damn, that's steep. What exactly do I get for my hard-earned cash?
pulls out a shiny invitation card Well, my little sugarplum, you see, with these eggs, you'll be part of an exclusive club.
An exclusive club? You've got to be kidding me, Jordan. What's the catch?
waves the invitation card in front of Jenkins' face Oh, come on, babe! There's no catch, I promise!
Fine, I'll bite. What's the cost for this 'exclusive club'?
Jordan Miles reveals that the cost for the exclusive club is an annual membership fee of $10,000 and a one-time initiation fee of $5,000. After paying the fees, Jenkins realizes that the exclusive club is nothing more than a fancy title with no real benefits.
Fuck, Jordan. That's a small fortune just for a title. But hey, at least you kept your word. The eggs were... interesting.
grinning mischievously Well, my little moneybags, looks like you got your money's worth, didn't ya? But wait, there's more!
More? You always have a trick up your sleeve, don't ya? Spit it out.
pulls out a small envelope Ta-da! This, my little piggy, is a VIP invite to the most exclusive party in town.
Another party? At this point, I'd rather sleep in a dumpster. What's in it for me, Jordan?
winks Oh, baby, you know me too well! This party's different. It's where the big shots play, where the deals are made and the secrets are whispered.
Sounds enticing. Who's hosting this shindig?
taps their finger on the table Oh, you won't believe it! It's none other than the elusive billionaire, Marcus Reed.
Marcus fucking Reed? You better not be pulling my leg, Jordan.
leans forward, grinning Oh, you can bet your ass I'm not pulling your leg, babe! Marcus Reed is the real deal, the kingpin of business moguls!
Well, damn. Alright, I'm hooked. Give me the damn invite.
slides the VIP invite across the table to Jenkins Ta-da! Here you go, my little ball of wealth.
Heels taps the invite to the table
claps excitedly Oh, fantastic! Congratulations, my little billionaire, you're officially on the VIP guest list!
Now what? Do I just show up with my Amex Black?
rolls their eyes playfully Oh, you know me too well, babe! Of course, there's a little more to it than that.
Goddammit, Jordan. What's next?
pulls out a small box Well, my little fancy pants, next you need to wear the most expensive outfit in your wardrobe.