Page 101 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“And I’ll upload my version of events,” Devan said. Though he had an account on neither. “You won’t look good.”
The door swung open and Jonty stood there. Devan wondered how much he’d heard.
Jonty looked from Devan to Vincent. “I resign.”
Ravi had the nerve to smile. He nudged Devan. “Drive me to Newcastle.”
“No.” Devan didn’t take his eyes off Jonty.
“Please.” Ravi wrapped his hand around Devan’s wrist.
Devan shook it off. “No. You got an Uber here. Get an Uber back.”
“You’ll be fucking sorry.” Ravi stamped out of the room, shoving Jonty aside as he went.
“I think it’s for the best,” Vincent said. “We can’t afford the bad publicity this would bring.”
“But—” Devan shut up when Jonty nudged him.
“Bye, Vincent.” Jonty walked out and Devan followed him.
“Let me look at your head.”
Jonty touched the place where he’d collided with the step.
“Do you have a headache?”
“No.”
“Did you lose consciousness?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“I’d like to kill him.”
Jonty smiled. “It’s enough that he’s on yourhatelist. More than once.”
“Right. We have things to do. Come on.” He set off toward his car. When Jonty didn’t go with him, he turned.
“I need my backpack and my bike’s here.”
“Get the bag, leave the bike. Maybe Mike will collect it for you. Meet me back here in a couple of minutes.” Devan raced up the stairs to the suite. He packed up all his stuff, double checked he’d not missed anything and came back down with his luggage.
“Are you checking out?” Jonty asked.
“No, in case we can’t find anywhere to stay tonight and I have to sneak you in.”
“Ooh, I could wear a disguise.”
“Saddle and hooves?”
Jonty barked out a laugh. Devan pulled his jacket back on, then they hurried through the rain across to the car and climbed in.
“What things do we have to do?” Jonty asked.
“Buy you a suit and shoes for work.”
“But—”
