Sophie Delaney was just minding her own business seeing in the new year from the peacefulness of her own home. Until one wrong number call changed that.
Daniel Whitaker is furious. Beyond furious. How dare his girlfriend cheat on him, and with his...
"Oh, you know... Samuel and I had to go formally identify Laurence's body."
"Oh, no. Are you ok?"
"Honestly?"
"Always."
"No. I'm not ok. I'm so far from being ok, Soph."
"I wish you'd let me fly home so I can be with you."
"You have your life to live."
"But you're a part of my life, Daniel. You're hurting and I'm not there to give you a hug. I feel so fucking helpless."
"You're doing a lot more than you think."
"I doubt that."
"You're the only thing getting me through all this. Whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed by it all, just thinking about you makes me happier. You might think you're not helping me but you are. You're always helping."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you today."
"You're here for me now, and now is still today, so technically, you are there for me today."
"Stop rationalising things like that."
"Can't help it."
"So, what happened after... you know?"
"We went to the villa to see what's what. Started packing things into boxes and met with an estate agent."
"Are you sure you want to sell the place?"
"I do, but Samuel is keen to keep it. I might just let him. We need to figure out what the law on that is."
"What do you mean, what the law is?"
"Technically, if the villa was bought as part of the Dukedom of Kendal, then it's part of the estate which is passed on to me. Otherwise, it's a free for all and Veronica could insist on selling the property and claiming a percentage of the profit."
"If it's yours, you'll sell up?"
"If it's mine and Samuel wants it so much, I'll sign it over. I don't want it."
"That's a nice gesture."
"Mhm."
"What's the villa like, though? Is it nice?"
"It's ok. Not my kind of place."
"No?"
"It's too... I'm not sure how to describe it. Ibiza has never been a favourite destination of mine. It's known as a party island so it's far too sociable for me."
"Ibiza is too sociable?"
"Too many people."
"You're weird."
"I know. Here, I'll send you a photo of the place."
"..."
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"Now, you tell me... would you want to live here?"
"Um... no, thank you. It looks too modern for my tastes."
"It's very Playboy Mansion Does Ibiza. Plus, every time I think about Ibiza, I think of that stupid song."
"Song?"
"You're a 90s child, right?"
"Yeah."
"You remember The Vengaboys?"
"Oh, God! Yes!"
"Remember the song, 'We're Going to Ibiza'?"
"Haha, yeah! That song was terrible."
"And the way they pronounced Ibiza to rhyme with pizza?"
"90s music was terrible!"
"It wasn't all bad. The 90s gave us Nirvana, after all."
"Yeah, and a shit ton of crap pop music."
"Remember Hanson?"
"Oh, yeah! MMMBop!"
"And Backstreet Boys."
"I take back what I said. The 90s were pretty cool. Spice Girls!"
"Haha... well as lovely as this trip down memory lane is-"
<<Daniel! Get in here, right now! You'll never believe what I found!>>
"Sorry, Soph, just give me a second. - What do you want, Samuel? I'm on the phone to Sophie.-"
<<Well, either I've found a bag of sugar sweetener of this is a bag of cocaine.>>
"-What?!- Sophie, I'm really sorry, but I have to go."
"Yeah, you go. Flush that shit down the toilet."
"Oh, don't worry, I will. I don't want any drugs in the house. -Samuel, I don'#t care if it's even sugar sweetener, get rid of it!-"
<<Holy shit! There's a bag of pills in here, too.-"
"- Fuck sake. Get rid of those, too.-"
<<And there's Viagra. Want me to flush those too, or do you want to keep them?>>
"-Get rid of the whole lot.-"
"Look, I'm just going to go. Talk to you tomorrow, baboon?"
"Of course, 'gator. Sorry about... this."
"No worries. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Bye, Daniel."
"Bye, Soph."
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A/N
Here are some nostalgic (for me!) music from the 90s. So bad, it's actually quite good.
