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Spotty was gaining in confidence, had even brushed against Mandy while he briefed the Commander and Mandy on the format for the press conference. I bet Jack was like that when he was younger, Mandy thought, and he’s no different now, moving his chair so their legs rubbed. That was okay for Jack, but Spotty had better watch out or lesson two was on the way. ‘Spotty, thank you for the plan, but isn’t it the same every time?’ Lesson two completed, she walked past him into the press room, realising too late, Spotty would watch her bottom and Jack would be watching.
But Jack wasn’t, he was late to his chair. He’d had another text:
Jane
The game is afoot
You will be back
Mor.
Jack eventually made his way to his TV seat, sat and said nothing, which worried the team; he was preoccup
