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CHAPTER 10

As soon as the aircraft levelled off Jasmine unbuckled her seat belt. "Fancy a drink?"

Mark shrugged. "Sure."

"Well, get comfortable. We're going to be here for a while. How does a Mojito sound?"

Mark gave her a thumbs up and unbuckled his seatbelt, then reached down and unlaced his new boots, bought earlier that day, then slid them under the seat. He pulled out his phone and checked his emails while Jasmine was in the galley.

Nothing from Sam, but an email from Ant, so he opened it up.

Hey fucker,

Sam says you've fucked off on a business jaunt for a week. WTF, dude? We're meant to be poon hunting this weekend! Anyway, where the fuck are you? And how much dick are these director fuckers gonna make you suck?

Ant, Esq.

Mark shook his head. Ant had the subtlety of a wrecking ball somet
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