Back in the grandest suite that the Four Season’s Hotel has to offer, Angela Cartwright stared at the check while sipping champagne from a long-stem crystal flute. When that ran out, there was another entire bottle of Dom very-good-year Perignon in the ice-bucket beside her. This was the kind of establishment that charged north of 25 bucks a mug for room-service coffee in the morning. This suite was so expensive, if you had a naked Keira Knightly’s open mouth next to the complimentary snack cupboard, it still wouldn’t be worth it. Punjab certainly knew what it took to impress someone of her stature. And he wasn’t only impressing her! Punji was also delighting her famous co-star who was hearing all about it on the other end of a faux daffodil phone. Only her side of the conversation was interesting, so I’ll spare you Mr. Mumy’s contributions.
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