The media was in a frenzy to find this person. That was when I remembered that I had bought a ticket before I got sick. To make a short story even sho...ter, I checked my ticket and found out I was the lucky asshole.After checking the numbers three times to make sure I hadn’t made some mistake, I went to the Lottery’s website to find out what I had to do to claim my Jackpot Prize. It wasn’t that difficult. Sign my ticket, fill out a claim form, staple my ticket to the form, and submit the form. "So? Its going to be a problem..."Mae shook her head "why? you... don't have a girlfriend."Neil swallowed and tried to judge Mae's tone. It was clear that she wasn't exactly happy about this, but she wasn't upset about Harriet, exactly."I... I know. But I... uh. I don't know how to tell her to stop." he said, finishing lamely.Mae brightened. "Why? You should totally date her" she teased.Neil was shocked, "What!? Date her?"Mae had a wicked look on her face "Sure. Of course she might not. "I know it hurts," she said. "I know exactly how you feel because I've been there. I lost my parents when I was ten, and it still hurts. It gets better with time, I guess but I still miss them so much that I sometimes cry. I got through it because of my friends and you've got friends to help you too." If you want a hug, I've got plenty," she continued. If you want to talk I'm here. You're two of my best friends and if you need me I'll be here."After that little speech, she went to her room. She. I had a second of guilt when it crossed my mind that in a commercial sense we were probably doing something potentially dubious. I managed to turn it around in my head— Eddie was the one who was being dodgy, he was trying to use a commercial contract to procure sexual favours. Should I do something to stop them? The hell with that, Eddie knew what he was doing and I was the one who was recording. That private eye I worked with had given me a phone app that did the business on the phone; with.