“Extend him an invitation after he returns! What am I-his servant?” Atali trailed a soothing hand over his shoulder. “That poncy bastard!” he snapped, chucking back his mead. Cursing, he slammed it back into the cradle. “Make sure he connects with her.” And he hung up, leaving Eret staring at the receiver. “I will defer to your insight,” the First Minister said coolly. “If she won’t fuck me, she can fuck him.” “She’ll do as she’s ordered,” Eret announced brashly. Assuming your wife will be willing to host him again?” Eret sighed “If he is busy and off island, enquire when he’s coming back and extend an invitation to him after he returns. “I expected you to possess at least a modicum of common sense,” Viggo sighed. “Johann is busting my ass over getting Astrid to try to seduce him-not that the frigid bitch I’m married to would make a move on anything-and now you tell me to back off.” “I wish you people would get your story straight,” Eret grumbled. Calm down and don’t appear too desperate.
It is entirely plausible that he would need to check in on his company and ensure that things were running smoothly. The man has an aerospace company and unlike you, he is clearly a successful and driven businessman and entrepreneur. “It is possible that he is attending to his business as he says.
“Calm down,” Viggo told him in a mildly exasperated voice. I’ve left dozens of messages with his PA but all they are saying is he’s off-island at the moment…” “Yes-I am trying!” Eret growled over the phone, his voice exasperated.
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