Charles Morgan's first love, Julia Hayes, was forced to kiss someone else. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Charles, you know I only love you." Charles glanced at me, his wife, and coldly ordered, "Go do it for her, and a million will be transferred to the nursing home where your mom lives tomorrow." I answered, "Okay." With a smile, I walked toward that distinguished man and asked, "Which lipstick shade do you like?"