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Mikhail Gushkin watched the ripple of the waves disappearing off onto the horizon as the yacht bobbed gently on the water. He was suitably bronzed, and wasn’t particularly looking forward to returning to Europe in three days’ time, although he’d be back out here next month.
It was the only time he got alone, the only space he had to himself. Even the owner of a huge property portfolio and business empire needed a bit of downtime occasionally. True enough, most of the donkey work had been delegated to others, but he was still the boss, still the decision maker. Sometimes, those decisions had to be made sooner rather than later.
He was free of most distractions whilst he was on the yacht. He ensured his mobile phone was switched off and that only a select few people had the number for
