Jackson's head was spinning, and not just from the champagne. Quantum Quill's voice chirped in his mind, sounding far too chipper for his liking.
"Well, well, well! Looks like someone's been a busy man. One down, two to go! I'm on the edge of my seat waiting to see which lucky lady you'll take to bed tonight."
He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to respond out loud. The last thing he needed was to look like a lunatic talking to himself at a high-society party. He settled for an internal grumble.
"Oh, don't be such a sourpuss," QQ teased. "Your second target is inside the mansion. Chop chop!"
He glanced at the sprawling mansion before him. It was massive, a labyrinth of marble and gold that screamed, 'More money than sense.'
"In there?" he thought. "It's like trying to find a need
