Seated on a stool in the lavish hotel room, he observed rain pouring through the window. Thunder flashed, and the sound of water subsided from the bathroom.

His gaze shifted towards you."Is that all you can muster when I've granted you access to my black card?" he inquired, gesturing toward the modest number of shopping bags strewn on the floor.

He had instructed you to shop limitlessly. "You can't even handle a simple task," he remarked with a tinge of exasperation.