Trip

The next day arrived swifly and Scott woke up from his sleep. Stretching and yawning, he got off the bed and glanced at the time.

"Past 7." Scott mused as he picked up his phone and began to dial the number of his trusted man, Sandro.

The phone rang for a few moments until Sandro finally answered it.

"Good morning, boss." Sandro greeted in a respectful tone.

"How are you?" Scott inquired.

"I'm good, sir." Sandro replied audibly. "Is there anything you'd like me to do, boss?"

"Actually, yeah. I have a reason for calling you this morning, Sandro." Scott informed.

"I see. So what is it you want me to do?" Sandro asked.

"Today is the day, Sandro. I'm going to Mexico today, so I need you to prepare a Private jet in the airport I bought here in Spain. Just make a few phone calls and make sure it's ready before 10am." Scott ordered.

"All right, boss. The key will be prepared for you instantly." Sandro affirmed in a respectful tone. "Is there anything else you want me to do? Maybe
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