”, I began. “Don’t say anything. Just keep working hard like you do and everything will work itself out. We will work something out on the floor...you get. Once we do that, you need to hire a staff.”, he said, standing up. The three of us shook hands and Jeremy Land again thanked me for putting the Gadden sale together. I walked to the elevator and got in going down to my floor. I just went from making about sixty thousand a year to one hundred and forty-five thousand a year. My weekly paycheck. The main theme from the GREAT ESCAPE, that’s what it was. He grabbed our suitcases and packed them in, and rebound it all into the ‘wall of neoprene’ as it was being called.Mom said, “Get in,” to us. Why did I suddenly feel like Steve McQueen, throwing a ball against a wall for the next ten or so years? Just as she about had us closed up, she said, “I’m not mad, just disappointed,” and we were looking at each other as the back door of the Odyssey closed all around us.A text came to my phone,. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be true. What did I drink last night to have such a fucked up nightmare?I tried to wake up, get away from this nightmare, this monster. But the pain in my wrists and ankles as I strained against the cuffs showed me that this was really happening.Panic rose inside me, flooded my body with adrenaline. His change was complete. Panting the two metre werewolf towered over my trembling body. Black fur covered him, his fangs shone bright. I could not stand the. What he finally settled on — not a very highbrow plan either, for once — popped into his mind after lunch with one of his sons with whom he kept in fairly close touch. Young Roddy, nineteen and full of testosterone and self-confidence, had just come back from his own holiday.'So did you spend all your time on the beach?' asked Harry.'Some of it. Then clubs and bars in the evening.''Meet any girls?'Roddy grinned. 'Quite a few. There's something about being on holiday in Ibiza when you're.