My girlfriend Jing Tian
The weight of a single egg: 3.5 micrograms.
The weight of fifty million dollars in cash: 2.5 tons.
What Jing Tian asked me for over the phone on the Montage Laguna Beach was the latter; she used the former as collateral.
She went there to retrieve eggs. The surrogate child was expected to be born in 2027—if it happened a bit sooner, it could even be born in the Year of the Horse. That was something she brought up herself. When she got to the clinic, she said there was no fifty million, so she wouldn’t take them.
Montage Laguna Beach is perched on a cliff, with the Pacific Ocean below. The layer was booked exclusively for her: thirty days, one million dollars, for her privacy. She stayed eight days and left.
For the remaining twenty-two days, the hotel’s cleaners went up as usual every day. That’s what my assistant told me. When she went to return the keys, she caught sight of it once: a Mexican woman pushing a cart, going room by room—swapping towels, wiping the surfaces, tucking in the bed linens, then stepping back out and closing the door behind her. Doing an entire floor took two hours.
The assistant asked her: since nobody was staying there, why bother.
She said: the registration lists that someone is staying.
A Versailles palace without its queen.
I suddenly realized Jing Tian liked this. Jing Tian likes places being left empty because of her. Nothing happens.
Along with Montage Laguna Beach being left vacant, there was also an awkwardly parked Gulfstream G700 sitting in Van Nuys, with the crew reporting to work every day as usual.
On the eighth day, she made that call. After that, no one ever saw her again.
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The weight of a single egg: 3.5 micrograms.
The weight of fifty million dollars in cash: 2.5 tons.
What Jing Tian asked me for over the phone on the Montage Laguna Beach was the latter; she used the former as collateral.
She went there to retrieve eggs. The surrogate child was expected to be born in 2027—if it happened a bit sooner, it could even be born in the Year of the Horse. That was something she brought up herself. When she got to the clinic, she said there was no fifty million, so she wouldn’t take them.
Montage Laguna Beach is perched on a cliff, with the Pacific Ocean below. The layer was booked exclusively for her: thirty days, one million dollars, for her privacy. She stayed eight days and left.
For the remaining twenty-two days, the hotel’s cleaners went up as usual every day. That’s what my assistant told me. When she went to return the keys, she caught sight of it once: a Mexican woman pushing a cart, going room by room—swapping towels, wiping the surfaces, tucking in the bed linens, then stepping back out and closing the door behind her. Doing an entire floor took two hours.
The assistant asked her: since nobody was staying there, why bother.
She said: the registration lists that someone is staying.
A Versailles palace without its queen.
I suddenly realized Jing Tian liked this. Jing Tian likes places being left empty because of her. Nothing happens.
Along with Montage Laguna Beach being left vacant, there was also an awkwardly parked Gulfstream G700 sitting in Van Nuys, with the crew reporting to work every day as usual.
On the eighth day, she made that call. After that, no one ever saw her again.
Read the full story 👇
https://x.com/justinsuntron/status/2092932777612390850
