Chapter Twenty Three
Rhett
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I had to resort to a little assistance.
The thought of being seated next to some jumped up exec on a conference call, or some journalist tapping away on their keyboard was enough to have me calling in a favour from a London contact. The guy, known only as 'Sir', was somehow related to the Royal family. I'd helped with a little damage limitation for the monarchs in the past. Sometimes they'd call me in for a little damage limitation, and let's just say I've hacked more than my share of tabloid newspaper servers in my time. My contact had been pretty impressed with the last job I accepted, and he owed me. We arranged for his private jet to land in a half hour. I've never been the kind to rely on anyone else, but it was a 'needs must' kinda situation.
