Mirabella stroked her chin in thought before texting back, [I’ll take a look when I have some time.]
James replied, [Thanks, I really appreciate your help.]
Mirabella shot back a quick emoji, wrapping up their conversation swiftly.
No sooner had she snapped her phone shut with plans to catch some shut-eye, than it buzzed again. It was a message from Nick on Messenger.
LIN: [Done with the competition?]
Lying on her bed, Mirabella responded with a brief [Yep.]
LIN: [I’ve got a surprise for you. Swing by my place? I’ll have my assistant pick you up from the hotel.]
As Nick sent the message, his eyes glanced at the three large boxes on the floor.
Last night’s hefty bank transfer from Nick caught her eye. With a flick of her finger across the screen, she sighed and messaged him back, [Alright.]
Shortly after, Mirabella, clutching her purse, headed downstairs.
**
Thirty minutes later, Mirabella and Nick’s assistant drove through the gates of a stately European manor.
Multiple security checkpoints barred the entrance, only allowing access upon successful verification. The assistant, well-accustomed to this, swiftly navigated through, and they entered the villa grounds.
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