Jackson stared at the ceiling, trying to process this turn of events. He'd gone from broke and broken-hearted to filthy rich and still a bit broken-hearted, but with a very pleasant recent memory to soften the blow.
"So, what now?" he asked, partly to himself and partly to the voice that had upended his life.
"Now, my dear boy, we shop!"
"Shop? I just became a millionaire, and your first thought is... shopping?"
"We can't have you wandering around looking like a lost time traveler, can we? Besides, every self-respecting millionaire needs the right... accessories."
"Accessories? What am I, a Barbie doll?"
"More like Ken, I'd say. But a Ken who desperately needs an upgrade."
"Hey!" He protested, glancing down at his simple t-shirt and jeans. "I'll have you know these are perfectly res
