We were in some sort of reading room with a polished oak desk in one corner and a decanter of port sitting on its surface. Beside it was an honest to shit golden harp. I had all the money in the world and I would never build a pretentious ass room like this. I mean okay, I’d probably build an adult sized indoor playground complete with ball pit when I had my own place, but this bullshit? Nah, not for me.
