Abby stands on the jetty, looking over the sleek white yacht in front of her as it glistens and shines in the bright sun. Abby glances around nervously - Mike is nearby, chatting to two of his friends, dancers at Club Xquisite. There are others, men and women who Abby hasn't been introduced to yet. There are about twenty people in all and this makes Abby anxious.

"Everyone ready to party?"

Mike's friend, Dallas, walks up to the group with a case of beer. Some of the guys cheer, and they start filing onto the yacht.

Mike comes over to Abby.

"Are you nervous?"

"No," Abby says.

Mike grins. "It's alright to be nervous, babe. But these are my friends and I want you to get to know them."

Abby looks to the yacht again, watches the group laughing and dancing as they board. She looks back into Mike's eyes, and all her nervousness falls away. She leans in and kisses him.

"Let's go," she says.

She walks up the ramp, with Mike just behind her. Just as she reaches the top, her phone rings. She looks at the screen - it's Travis.

She answers the call.

"Hello, Mr Denham."

"Hi Abby. How are you?"

"Good, just spending time with some friends."

"Well I'm sorry to have to cut that short, but I need you to meet me at the hotel in twenty minutes."

Abby looks up at Mike.

"Right now?"

Mike's brow furrows.

"Yes," Travis says.

"Could it wait a couple of hours?"

"This is vital and urgent, Abby. You said you understood what was required of you when you took my account."

"Alright. I'll be there soon."

She hangs up the phone. Mike has his arms crossed, and doesn't look happy.

"You have to go."

Abby nods.

"I don't want to. It's this new client, he's very demanding."

"Sounds like you're kind of a slave. If you don't mind me saying."

Abby feels her cheeks burning. "I do mind you saying."

Mike stands his ground.

"It's Saturday and some guy gets to demand you drop everything to attend to him? That's not normal."

"Well my goals aren't normal. I'm trying to make something of myself."

"You're already something. You're something special, something great."

"It's not enough. I need to be more. Or else…"

Abby trails off, thinking of Tallahassee.

"Or else what?"

Abby sighs. "Nothing. I have to go."

"You can't keep running away, Abby."

Abby can't think of a reply. She turns and runs down the ramp.

Half an hour later, Abby is at the Seminole hotel, knocking on the door of the Roxy suite.

Travis opens the door. He is wearing a shirt with no tie, and his hair looks messier than last time she saw him. He ushers her inside.

"It's bad," Travis says.

"What's happened?" Abby tries to sound interested, but she can't help but feel resentful towards him for ruining her day with Mike. He seemed so upset…

"It's T5. Someone's trying to undercut me."

"I thought you already bought it."

"I made the payment - but the paperwork isn't signed yet."

"Why not?"

"A delay from my office. Someone's head will roll, don't worry about that. But in the meantime someone else has put in a bid, and it's significantly more than I was about to pay."

Abby sits down at the table.

"What do you want to do?"

"We need to go to the airline now and get it back."

Travis walks into the bedroom and Abby quietly takes out her phone. She holds her breath as she clicks it on, and her heart sinks - no message from Mike.