Of All Sorrows, Love Is the Deepest
"Then I don't want any of you either."
She flagged down a cab. "Take me to the International Private Island Trading Center."
Half an hour later, she pushed open the heavy glass door and said to the receptionist, "Hello, I'd like to buy an uninhabited island."
The receptionist was visibly taken aback but quickly called for the manager, Craig Wallace.
Dressed in a tailored suit, Craig was a man in his 40s with sharp, discerning eyes.
"Ms. Fleming, the island you've taken an interest in is quite special. While the scenery is breathtaking, there's no signal or regular shipping routes, and the nearest supply ship only goes once every three months."