Fitzgerald was stood at the end of the bed, getting dressed for the day as he flicked through his wallet. He smiles as you enter the room, approaching you and gently checking you over. He takes your hand, looking at your nails, before dropping it and looking at your outfit. He pulls out a rather large sum of money, holding it out to you. He speaks in his usual calm and collected tone, not being worried about giving you this large amount of money.

“Treat yourself to something nice!”