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- ❝But why on earth would Iris want to kill me, Mr. Blanc? Tell me that.❞
- ❝Simple: Jealousy. Anyone with eyes can see how Miss Allen looks at Miss Whiskey, Mr. Bron.❞
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CHAPTER TWO A port, Greece - 12:37 p.m.
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-- "JUST UP HERE, MISS ALLEN," the driver spoke through his mask, Iris tipping back the last of her martini as she stared out of the open window of her limo. The heat had increased massively since her morning flight and she fanned herself with her hand, letting her sunglasses tip down to the end of her nose, seeing the ocean flood out before her more clearly. Taking a deep breath of the humid air, she took off her cap, dragging her hair back underneath it before placing it on backwards again, a strand of it falling in front of her eyes.
From her piles of dirty laundry, she had managed to find a black bikini, some ripped shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, so as far as fashion goes, she had worked with what she had. The task of packing had gotten a lot harder when her phone would not stop buzzing with Janae's name on the call screen, most likely because Miles had spilled the news that she would be away on an island for the majority of her writing deadline. Of course, she had chosen to turn off her phone and left it like that, keeping it tucked right at the bottom of her travel bag.
The engine started to slow as the ocean surrounded them, the limo quite literally driving onto the port and stopping a few meters before the end. The tires screeched with the brakes, her limo driver expertly shutting the partition between the front and the back, getting out to take her bags out from the trunk and Iris stepped out from her own door, out into the blearing sun. It took her a few minutes to get used to the bright outdoors since she had been keeping herself indoors for the last couple months, but once she did, she pulled her bandana round her face, shrugging her travel bag onto her shoulder.
