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*KNOCK KNOCK*
I looked up from my desk to see a grinning Massimo staring at me like a lunatic.
He had a crazy look in his eye, like he'd just been told his entire family had been eaten by a gang of gun-toting Tyrannosaurus Rex's.
"Err, hi Massimo, what can I do for you? I ask, warily.
"Jason…." He whispered.
"I've got a secret to tell you! Can I close the door?"
I nod. This is weird. Really fucking weird.
He pulls over a chair, clears his throat and sits down.
His eyes are bloodshot and glazed. Is he drunk? Dying?
"Jason, I'm giving up the club. I wanted you to be the first to know." He says.
I was shocked.
"What, why?" I manage to splutter.
"Someone has made me an offer and I couldn't refuse. He'll be with us in a moment."
By the sounds of it, it's some oil rich, Qatari businessman with more money than sense.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Ahhh, here he is now - come in, three's a party!" shouts Massimo before laughing hysterically at his own remark.
I look up and my eyes are met by his.
Fuck.
"Ello Jason, pleased to zee me? You can call me bozz."