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naked.
     
    The big Aussie stands up and pulls the chair back in its place. “Mr. Peak is a lucky man,” he says as he moves towards me. I pull my arms over my chest and move back towards the wall. ,“When you are ready for an upgrade, you know where to find me,” the man says in a hushed voice. With that, Sir Gerald exits the room, leaving a trail of cuban cigar smoke behind him. I exhale deeply and fall to the floor. My heart has never beat so hard in my life.
     
    I put my robe on and walk to the bath and drink some water. I need to tell Mr. Peak the information as soon as possible. Should I call him? No, I have to find him and tell him face to face.
     
    I get dressed and leave my room. The house is dark save for some ambient lighting along the walls of the sprawling estate. I walk around the place, trying to figure out exactly where my boss is staying for the evening.
     
    As I make a turn onto another wing of the home, I hear some classical music playing through a door. For some reason, that type of music just seems too refined for someone like Sir Gerald. Mr. Peak, however, seems to be a fan of timeless precision. I take a chance and knock.
     
    The music goes off. Silence. Am I making a mistake here? What if I am knocking on Sir Gerald’s master bedroom. How will he interpret my knock?
     
    The door opens. I come face to face with my boss’s massive chest. I look up and smile. “It looks like you have something to tell me,” Mr. Peak says. I slip inside of his bedroom and put my finger up to my lips. Mr. Peak turns the classical music back on and leads me into his suite’s bathroom. My boss turns on the shower and huddles up next to me near the bathroom sink.
     
    “Sir Gerald said that he had just visited the mine yesterday. All we have to do...”
     
    “..is get his flight records,” Mr. Peak says with a smile as he completes my sentence for me. My boss walks back into the bedroom and grabs his phone. I am so giddy that I jump up and down.
     
    Mr. Peak dials his phone as he stalks around the bathroom. “Liam, this is Peak. I need you to trace the flight records of Sir Gerald from the past 24 hours,” my boss barks as he glues the phone to his ears. There is about twenty seconds of silence. “Yeah Liam,” Mr. Peak says as he listens to the response on the other side of the line. “He flew out of Yellowknife?! Wow. He’s going to buy Northwest Gold. Alright, start buying the stock on our offshore accounts. Be discreet. We don’t want to get the word out just yet. Thanks Liam. Have a nice weekend.” My boss turns off his phone. He looks at me for a minute, then he walks over and lifts me up off of my feet. He kisses me on my chest. “Good job little Sarah. Now, go to bed.”
     
    My head spins. I skip back to my room and hop into bed. There’s just one problem. I can’t fall asleep. All of this excitement is driving my body batty. I turn to my side and listen to the ocean surf crashing into the sand just one hundred feet from my beach. It’s enough to rock me to a gentle sleep.
     
    The next morning, we tour the island in a fleet of Maybachs. Mr. Peak keeps up the charade of looking at beachfront property. Sir Gerald spends more time looking at me. It’s awkward. I try to avoid eye contact with him. Dammit. I’m afraid that big Aussie will find out the truth before we get off the island.
     
    The late afternoon comes. Mr. Peak makes the call to “Fuel the Jet.” We are headed back to LA. Yipee! As much as I love Maui and Kapalua, I can’t get off of this island fast enough. As the Aussie billionaire’s servants gather Mr. Peak’s luggage, Sir Gerald pulls me to the side.
     
    “You don’t think I know what’s going on do you?” the Aussie says.
     
    Oh fuck.
     
    The big, rugged billionaire grabs both of my arms and leans in. “You think I don’t know. I do know! ”
     
    Oh God. He knows everything. He is going to have me killed. What do I do?! Should I run for it. Should I yell