Chapter 9 –

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~Trevor Eric laughs as he settles against the cool vinyl of the booth and listens to his future. “You guys can't be serious? This sounds like The Hangover meets Impractical Jokers. This is my bachelor-party weekend. I was thinking bars and nightclubs. Last night was a good start." He shakes his head. “I wasn't thinking of crashing a fashion show. A. Lingerie. Fashion show." He says the last part staccato like it will change Max's mind. “Deadly serious," our friend Max says. “I didn't travel across the pond to sit casually at some gentlemen's club. The fashion show is perfect. There will be beautiful women for you blokes and some nice eye candy for me. It's a win-win." Max lives in the UK. How he became part of our inner circle is a long story. Suffice it to say, as an investment banke

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