Chapter 9
Mon 4th November-The journalist Hi Wanda," Alison calls as she wafts past reception in a cloud of Chanel.
"Oh hello, Alison," I say whilst moving towards the weight stacks. I'm going to keep out of her way today. "I wanted to ask you—" "Sorry, Alison, but I have to check on someone." I sprint across the gym floor to one of the members I know and tuck myself behind the squat rack before making casual conversation. I poke my head out after a couple minutes and Alison is nowhere to be seen so I venture out but her...
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