No matter what followed, planting the fake necklace on the French tycoon had been a stroke of genius, Falstaff congratulated himself with a chuckle. It was just as well he had managed to do it before he publicly shot the fellow. Not that he had known that the French man was going to try to come after him. Not on a Saturday evening, and in front of Fiji’s finest hotel the Grand Pacific, ‘faux pas extreme’. Ruined a perfectly good dinner jacket Falstaff thought and the consequences were going to ruin a perfectly good day. However, he had come out of the incident with well lined pockets.
In reality, it had been an insurance company affair that had started the ball rolling. It had involved Falstaff, a stunning Blonde called Sweet Emma and a set of skeleton keys. All intended to prevent the indebted and defaulting French man…
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