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Threads: The Island Chapter 2

... moment?" The lawyer asked, his expression blank. "Something like that." "So I've got a driver, a load of credit and cash and a goon-squad on standby, just to cover me for nine hours until I catch a plane to an Island paradise?" "Not a plane, a private jet, but yes, close enough," he nodded. "Fucking hellfire," Kyle said quietly, the laughter and incredulity of the moment stopped. "So do I just go back to my desk until I finish work now? What happens?" "Oh, good lord, no," Mister Crowler replied, looking taken aback for the first time. "Mister Tripps actually owns this company, although it's not widely known. However, no, you don't need to return to your desk. In fact you don't need to return to it ever again if you so choose." "What about my boss?" Kyle asked. "Sometimes he's a real dick, and I don't want him to throw a bitch fit." "Kyle," The old lawyer said, leaning forward across the table. "It'll take a while to get your head round some of the changes that are going to happen to your life in the next few days, weeks and months. However, if your boss is, as you put it, a real dick, then you can always deal with it by coming back here in a few weeks and firing him." "Good point actually." "Now then, onto the last file," The old man said, gathering the other documentation away. "What's in this one?" "Your sisters." Kyle felt that cold sinking feeling in his stomach again and suddenly his mouth was dry. He realised he was craving a cigarette again, and had been for some ...

... time, which was unusual as he'd quit nearly a year ago and hadn't had a craving in seven or eight months. "Okay, let's see them," Kyle said, feeling a hint of excitement and fear at the thought of having sisters and wanting to find out who they were. The lawyer opened the folder and slid two photographs across the table and Kyle's breathing almost stopped. His face turned white. "Is everything okay, Kyle?" The old lawyer asked as Kyle stared at the photographs on the table. "You've gone a little pale." In a voice barely above a whisper, Kyle said, "Oh, fuck, please let this be a joke." Three Years Ago Kyle Watson smiled. It had been an epic weekend so far. Spring Break with his buddies hadn't really been something he was looking forward to, particularly as their destination was Myrtle Beach. Not exactly Cancun, Miami or Acopulco, but then, they weren't there for the sun. They were there to party. Party they had, Kyle wearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied with some chicks from University of Phoenix all night, but Ed had been the only one to score. Or at least, he was the only one who claimed to score. If he actually did, Kyle knew it would have required some divine intervention. Once they'd slept a few hours they hit the Myrtle Waves Water Park. Kyle had felt too tired to do much but lie around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that passed by in their swimwear, but Ed and Casey had immediately hit the slides. It only took half an hour ...