Hey there, this is what I, Mark, the secretary, overheard on that crazy night of July 1918 in the villa of Colonel Jacob and his wife Diana in Sint Maarten. Man, it was a real blowout! I was downstairs and could hear them going at it like there was no tomorrow.
I heard Diana shout, "You just don't get it, Jacob! You never have and you never will!" And then Colonel Jacob fired back with something I couldn't quite make out, but his voice was so loud and angry.
Diana was crying and yelling, "How could you do this to me? To us?" And Jacob was just roaring, something about how she didn't understand his position.
I swear, the walls were shaking with their anger. It was intense, really intense. I was scared to even move in case they heard me.
I wrote all this down, but I swear I'll keep it hidden. There's no way I'm letting Colonel Jacob see this. It's just too darn risky.
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