***JEAN-MARIE POV***
Michael’s toast almost put me on the floor, but I knew that there was no way in hell that I was going to say no.
After dinner, the guys in my administration (Claude-Dean and Maurice-Louis Roy, my Gamma) and the Crescent Woods boys went up to my office to draft the formal document to the GTC while the ladies went to Vixy’s office to get it set up the way she wanted it.
I thought that the meeting with Crescent Woods was going to be as easy as signing a couple of documents, but then Michael, who had turned out to be quite the connoisseur, went up to his room and brought back a whole bunch of bottles and that turned the whole night completely upside down. It’s amazing just how sweet blended Scotch can get when it’s aged in rum barrels for six months. I personally know
