My independence felled, grâces to a bottle of 1877 Colheita

Like a great water oak, my independence once stood. Yet, like a waterhead, I acted.

I had opined upon the financial statements of this client and grown comfortable with management, even inviting them to philanthropic soirées at my estate.
Remuneration in fees was sufficient. The service I provided and for which was paid, allowed this client to secure financing. This, in turn, permitted an expansion of their concern and thus, an increase in their wealth.

This past holiday season, I received a gift. A much desired addition to my cellar. Management was well aware of the treasures extant in the cave below my home. The CFO spent days securing a trésor. A bottle of Colheita from 1877. A port blended and barreled in the same year that saw the deaths of Cornelius Vanderbilt, Brigham Young and the Oglala Sioux chief Crazy Horse.

The gift was roughly valued at $1,100. This, says the PCOAB, no longer allows me to settle independently upon my opinion of the numbers management provided. It must be known that I possess bottles of Sauternes, Mouton-Rothschild, even Penfolds of exponentially greater value in my cellar. Yet this bottle forced me to withdraw.

Friends gained – Fees lost – My cellarage strengthened

~ The Viceroy ~