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    On the limit 3

    I nod, "Yeah, she offers you everything else, shelter, the flights…".

    "Hold on a second", she cuts in, "Flights? Where the hell are these races?".

    "I dont know", I answer, "She said something about all over the usa and some of them in europe".

    Shane just looks a little bit suprised at me.

    But after a few seconds something else gets her Attention.

    It’s Carmen.

    She looks amzing. I guess the whole club is looking at her.

    She changed her clothes. She wears a short jeans skirt and black sleeveless, low-cut top. Her legs are looking endless in these High Heels that she’s wearing.

    The guy who was sitting next to Shane gets up in the moment he saw Carmen.

    Shane smiles while Carmen sits down next to her. She puts one hand on Shanes knee.

    "She found it", I hear Shanes hot Girlfriend saying.

    "Yeah, we were just talking about that job she’s offering me!" Shanes attention gets back to me, "Who is you fucking boss if he’s so rich?".

    "It’s a her", I correct Shane, "And she’s very rich, her name is Peggy Peabody. Never heared about her?".

    She shakes her hand, "And what’s the hook?".

    There is the question I knew it was coming and I know what I have to do, exactly that what Mrs. Peabody told me. Lie.

    "I dont know of any hook", I say, "You drive, you win, you get the money…".

    Shane get’s suspicious, "Do you think I’m that stupid? There’s always a hook!".

    The band start to play another Song and Carmen get’s up, "I’m gonna dance", she says and walks away. Suprisingly Shane doesn’t seem to care…

     

    Shw doesn’t take her eyes of me, "Tell me what the hook is!".

    Fuck. That wasn’t part of the plan I made up in my mind.

    "Well, if you really think there’s a hook you should ask Mrs. Peabody", that was good, I’m not expacting her to do that.

    Shane is silent for a moment. A very long moment.

    "Alright, take me to her!".

    I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out of it. This Shane Girl is way more smarter then I thought she would be. She knows what she wants, and she knows that there must be a hook somewhere. Even if he’s very little.

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