Perish is having breakfast in his hotel room at the Hilton. He’s gloating over the thought that he was right in the Royal family's faces and none of them recognized him. “That damn flower of the Prince even shook my hand”, He chuckles, looking at the door opening.
“Sir, I was just informed that the Royal jet will be landing in an hour. But the press will be all over them. I’m not sure what your plan is,” Frazier closes the door.
Well, tomorrow you will go to Angel and Catalina’s Real Estate company. We need a house to stay in and to work out of. I prefer a house close to that smart-ass bastard, then we’ll wait for further orders. Now let’s not miss that plane.” He’s walking out of the door.
Frazier walks behind him puzzled.
When they are in the car, Perish is texting someone
