The Power of Seduction

Polo could spend every bezel on whatever the hell he liked, cigarettes obviously, a couple of bottles of Bacardi, and if it's stretched to that, some phone credit. But even as he made plans in his head, excited by the prospect of spending his southern windfall, he felt an aching in his chest. Moments later he was double over the toilet, regurgitating bile in violin spluttering a spasm,. All for having remembered the look on that pitched face, as she slipped the envelope into his overall pocket and the smile that Polo, like some kind of chump, had been obliged to return against his will.