William was surprised to feel genuinely pleased to hear from him, but with the Sharee story, he was desperate to get out of London. He couldn’t face going to work. ‘I’ll get the next flight out,’ he said. ‘What?’ Justin asked loudly. ‘I said I’ll be flying out as soon as I can.’ ‘Oh, fantastic. By the way, I’ve ordered four jet-skis, and I told you about the speedboat, didn’t I? Expensive, but out here it’ll be an eye-popper. Hopefully it’s arriving today. Let me know what time your flight gets in, and I’ll have a boat fixed up to collect you, if yours hasn’t been delivered. Hello? Are you still there?’ ‘I’ll have Michael call you, Justin.’ William hung up and pressed the intercom. ‘Michael, arrange a flight for me, would you? I want to leave as soon as possible.’ ‘Where to, sir?’ came Michael’s clipped tones. ‘The island. So get Mrs Thingy to pack enough suitable clothes for a fortnight.’ ‘You have board meetings the day after tomorrow.’ ‘Cancel them.’ Michael accompanied William to the airport, ostensibly to take notes and instructions, but his boss seemed distracted.
