Chapter Twenty
Samantha.
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'I'm not travelling with two....vagrants.' Tarquin sulked, turning his back on us and pacing around in a huff. He reminded me of a grumpy toddler, I half expected him to stamp his feet and throw himself backwards while strangers tutted.
'Then leave.' I challenged him. 'Keep your mouth shut and forget everything we've discussed today.'
'Fair enough.' I knew he was calling my bluff. 'I'll ask my pilot to leave.' He straightened the lapel of his stupidly stuffy jacket and lifted his chin haughtily.
'Your pilot?' Did he really say that? Donna looked from me to Tarquin, and I could see the cogs turning in her head. Donna hated traveling on planes because we were always seated in front of children who made it their mission to kick in the backs of
