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business. She just wanted to get onto the internet and check her emails to see if Nick had responded to her message. It wasn’t that difficult as the computer system didn’t have any form of password protection. In a few minutes Mary was on the internet and typing in her email details. As her emails flashed up on the screen, one of them stood out from all the rest; it was a reply from Nick. Mary held her breath as she clicked on it. The email opened up and she began to read.
“Hi Mary! Sorry about running off like that. I got into a bit of a mess in a poker game with one of the locals and had to get out rather sharpish. I won’t go into the dark details, because you can read all about it for yourself in this weekend’s newspapers, and we’re not talking about the back pages either! Freddie might be a terrible editor, but even he can recognise a great story when it slaps him in the face. At first he was cross because I didn’t come back with the boring coffee exploitation tale that he sent me out to cover, but when I showed him the new story, even he could see that it was so much better. It has sex, gambling, mafia, guns and, best of all, a foreign journalist fleeing the country, desperate for his life. What’s not to love? I just hope he doesn’t send me out to a war zone now! However, after what happened in Latino land, I bet I could talk my way out of any situation.
“Speaking of talking your way out of a situation, guess what I talked my way into last night? A golden ticket to the Palace! Kate and Wills are throwing a party this weekend and I managed to get us an invite through my old mate Philip. You remember Philip, don’t you? He’s the bloke who went to Eton with Wills. Change your flight and get back early. You really don’t want to miss this party!
“How are things in Corazon? Sorry about taking the cash, but I remember you said that you had a bit with you and I’ll pay you back, plus 100% interest. I met a great chap that night in the bar, who said he’d help you out, so check with him if you get a bit stuck for a few pesos. He said his name was Don something-or-other. Could you check and let me know? I need the name for my article. It’s the details that make a winning story. Must rush, deadlines are pressing. Love you a bunch! Nick.
“P.S. There’ll be lots of press at the party at the Palace (it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?) so you might want to pick up something new to wear. Just make sure it isn’t pink as one of my sources says that Kate is planning to wear pink that night and heaven forbid that it looks like you’re trying to copy her. Unlikely, I know, as you are so much sexier , but you know what journalists are like!”
“I know exactly what journalists are like!” Mary said to the computer screen glaring in front of her. “Nick, we’re finished!” she typed in reply, her fingers smashing against the keyboard as she did so. She clicked “Send”, shut down her email account and felt a huge sense of relief. She was rid of him and his stupid, self-centred behaviour at last. She should have done it a long time ago. Who cared that he was going to a fancy party at the Palace? It would just be filled with self-important sycophants, each one of them jostling for a place nearest the Royals. Nick could keep his stupid party invite.
“What are you doing?” It was Paulo standing in the doorway of the study looking at her in horror.
“Something I should have done ages ago. I’m telling that stupid bastard to get lost.” Mary replied.
“You shouldn’t do that. You have no idea what he can do.”
“I don’t care. He can’t control me or tell me what to do and you can’t either!” Mary pushed past him and left the room.
Paulo didn’t bother to pursue her. Instead he moved round to where Mary had been sitting and looked at the computer. The screen was blank, but Mary had obviously seen the messages from El Leon. First, the thug had sent Paulo messages about his
“Hi Mary! Sorry about running off like that. I got into a bit of a mess in a poker game with one of the locals and had to get out rather sharpish. I won’t go into the dark details, because you can read all about it for yourself in this weekend’s newspapers, and we’re not talking about the back pages either! Freddie might be a terrible editor, but even he can recognise a great story when it slaps him in the face. At first he was cross because I didn’t come back with the boring coffee exploitation tale that he sent me out to cover, but when I showed him the new story, even he could see that it was so much better. It has sex, gambling, mafia, guns and, best of all, a foreign journalist fleeing the country, desperate for his life. What’s not to love? I just hope he doesn’t send me out to a war zone now! However, after what happened in Latino land, I bet I could talk my way out of any situation.
“Speaking of talking your way out of a situation, guess what I talked my way into last night? A golden ticket to the Palace! Kate and Wills are throwing a party this weekend and I managed to get us an invite through my old mate Philip. You remember Philip, don’t you? He’s the bloke who went to Eton with Wills. Change your flight and get back early. You really don’t want to miss this party!
“How are things in Corazon? Sorry about taking the cash, but I remember you said that you had a bit with you and I’ll pay you back, plus 100% interest. I met a great chap that night in the bar, who said he’d help you out, so check with him if you get a bit stuck for a few pesos. He said his name was Don something-or-other. Could you check and let me know? I need the name for my article. It’s the details that make a winning story. Must rush, deadlines are pressing. Love you a bunch! Nick.
“P.S. There’ll be lots of press at the party at the Palace (it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?) so you might want to pick up something new to wear. Just make sure it isn’t pink as one of my sources says that Kate is planning to wear pink that night and heaven forbid that it looks like you’re trying to copy her. Unlikely, I know, as you are so much sexier , but you know what journalists are like!”
“I know exactly what journalists are like!” Mary said to the computer screen glaring in front of her. “Nick, we’re finished!” she typed in reply, her fingers smashing against the keyboard as she did so. She clicked “Send”, shut down her email account and felt a huge sense of relief. She was rid of him and his stupid, self-centred behaviour at last. She should have done it a long time ago. Who cared that he was going to a fancy party at the Palace? It would just be filled with self-important sycophants, each one of them jostling for a place nearest the Royals. Nick could keep his stupid party invite.
“What are you doing?” It was Paulo standing in the doorway of the study looking at her in horror.
“Something I should have done ages ago. I’m telling that stupid bastard to get lost.” Mary replied.
“You shouldn’t do that. You have no idea what he can do.”
“I don’t care. He can’t control me or tell me what to do and you can’t either!” Mary pushed past him and left the room.
Paulo didn’t bother to pursue her. Instead he moved round to where Mary had been sitting and looked at the computer. The screen was blank, but Mary had obviously seen the messages from El Leon. First, the thug had sent Paulo messages about his
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