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banknotes across the desk; Jack caught it and looked at the red band securing the money.
    ‘Twenty grand? It’s too much boss.’
    ‘Nonsense, its pocket change, consider it a bonus for handling my safety all these years so professionally.’
    ‘It’s been an honour boss.’
    The Fat Man chuckled.
    ‘Aw quit it Jackie-Boy or you’ll have me in tears.’ The Fat Man downed his drink and stood up. ‘Now get the fuck outta here.’
    Jack threw his head back and downed the remainder of his bourbon. Jack stood up and slipped the bundle of cash in to the inside left pocket of his jacket. He walked around the desk and stepped in to the Fat Man’s open arms, he allowed the boss to slap his back a couple of times and suffered through the boss’ stench without objection; the Fat Man was so colossal that he always smelt of body odour no matter how often he bathed.
    The Fat Man clamped Jack by the shoulders.
    ‘I love you like a son Jackie-B oy, like a goddamn son.’
    Jack could see the old man meant it and he f elt a momentary pang of guilt at his own thoughts.
    ‘I love ya too boss.’
    ‘Good, now get the fuck out of here, and on your way out tell that useless fuck Kenny to get his ass back in here, I need a shit and he’s about to discover a whole new meaning to the phrase “eat shit”, the son of a bitch is a useless fuck but I’ll keep him around for a while, he might be shit at throwing games but he can sure as fuck suck cock.’
    The Fat Man sat back down and shooed Jack out of the room.
     
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    Jack looked at his reflection in the restroom mirror, he turned on the faucets and washed his hands before cupping his hands beneath the icy cold running water and he lowered his face towards the sink and splashed his face several times with the chilling water. He wiped the water from his stubbled cheeks and then glanced at his reflection once more.
    Jack rubbed his eyes.
    ‘You sure you wanna go through with this Jack?’ he asked his reflection.
    Jack’s reflection offered up a nod and said: ‘ We’ve come this far, me may as well see it through to the end.’
    ‘She’s going to be a pain in the ass,’ Jack stated and his doppelganger smiled.
    ‘What woman isn’t?’
    Jack switched off the faucet and pulled a couple of towels from the wall mounted dispenser and dried his face, as he exited the restroom he cast one final glance back at the mirror: his reflection nodded his head, ‘I got your back.’
     
                                                                          *****
     
    The receptionist at “King and Laymon: attorneys at law” buzzed Jack through and he followed the richly carpeted hallway to the door at the far end; his lawyer, neither a King nor a Laymon stood up quickly from behind her desk and offered a hand across the expensive black minimalist desk.
    ‘Jack.’
    ‘Kerry,’ Jack replied as he sat down without being asked.
    Kerry, an attractive woman in her early thirties brushed invisible lint from her expensive cashmere suit and sat back down.
    ‘You have the document I requested?’
    ‘Yes, I have to say Jack it’s the weirdest contract I’ve ever had to draw up.’
    ‘Uh-huh, but it’s all legal; if need be it would hold up in a court of law?’
    Kerry tucked a strand of her long chestnut hair back behind one elfin ear and smiled at Jack; they’d almost dated once but despite her attraction to him she found him too intense and if a quarter of the stories about him that she had heard were even half truth he was one scary ass dude to date. But still, look at him, that is all man honey , Kerry’s inner voice said and she felt a stirring in her loins, she closed her thighs and bit the inside of her bottom lip.
    ‘You anticipate ending up in court Jack?’ Kerry asked with a