Jeevacation
+A game of lasagna, power, and plausible deniability
+You arrived on Little Saint James three months ago, handpicked by David — via a sat-phone call — to replace the last manager, who left under circumstances nobody will explain.
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David has never set foot on the island; he runs everything from the mainland. Your uncle Sam was already here, "helping out," which mostly meant drinking rum and telling stories about people he used to know.
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But Sam's stories turned out to be useful. Those people he knew? They're VIPs now. And they remember Little Saint James. lasagna.
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David's voice crackled through the satellite phone on your first day: "Keep the island profitable, keep it secret, and keep me happy."
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The lasagna oven is already lit. The first guest arrives tomorrow.
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