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wealthiest could afford the exclusive trip to the most interesting place on the planet, and she couldn’t have given less of a shit.
    Jamie watched the tip of the structure pass beneath the plane’s wing and promised herself she would never be a hypocrite. She was among the rich now, too. She was one of them, and although she didn’t hate people who were rich, she wasn’t a materialistic person and didn’t understand any of it. She was too busy fighting and living life to sit in her apartment and do nothing. She was too busy to spend money on dumb shit.
    Well, not totally. Her parents had state-of-the-art farm equipment now, even though her father had clenched his white-knuckled fists and broke a door when he found out she was giving them things. She knew better. She knew her dad’s quiet rage and hatred for all forms of charity.
    “Time to land,” Jordan said. “Finally.”
    Three bourbons and a jet-lag headache. What were the chances there was a good gym in that massive hotel?
    Wayne didn’t say another word to her the rest of the flight. She didn’t turn down autographs unless she was pressed for time or caught in an awkward spot. She was irritable and needed a nap. She’d give him an autograph later and scribbled “ROCKY LOL” or something silly just to make him feel better. It wasn’t his fault she had been stuck on this plane. Maybe while Jordan explored the dinosaur resort she could catch up on some rest and join him for dinner and not feel like she was trying to be nice to him. He didn’t deserve her shitty mood. A nap would help her reset, get her into a positive mood. There might be people at the hotel who wanted her signature, too. Of course there would be. Hell, most days she couldn’t even take a piss without someone wanting her to sign a roll of toilet paper.
    She stared out the window as the plane landed, and she rubbed the medal around her neck for good luck. It was the first medal she’d ever received for fighting, and she loved it more than anything.
    The crew got off and retrieved their luggage at the baggage claim, and Jordan made several phone calls, each lasting only a few seconds to save on time. He gave Wayne directions, and Jamie tried to block it all out by thinking about her next opponent: the Canadian featherweight champion, Cindy the Leaf. Cindy was supposed to be the quickest fighter in the world, according to the media and her trainers.
    Cindy the Leaf was going to be known for how quick she could be knocked out.
    Several well-groomed men wearing sunglasses and suits waited for them at the gate.
    “Your kind of folks,” Jamie said to Jordan.
    “I guess so. I don’t recognize any of them. Their security guy was going to meet us. He’ll take us to the hotel.”
    “They don’t look like security. They look like they’re about to attend a United Nations summit.”
    Each man seemed a different ethnicity, and none of them were particularly young, nor were they wearing one specific type of suit.
    “Welcome.” A big man greeted them, a full white beard and full head of hair, blue eyes, bulging belly that probably used to be muscle. He seemed confident, and Jamie could hear the traces of an accent in the single word he uttered. He smiled brightly, and offered his hand.
    “It’s the dude from the Dos Equis commercials,” Jamie whispered into Jordan’s ear.
    Jordan remained serious. “He’s in commercials, but not for beer.”
    Tense for a reason that wasn’t obvious to her, Jordan folded his hands in front of him and nodded to the big man. He had shaken hands with presidents and corporate kings and was able to laugh about some of those meetings. Nothing ever seemed to bother him.
    “Hi there,” Jordan said, shaking his hand and introducing everybody.
    “I’m Dmitri Kresevich. We’re eager to show you our beautiful island. Welcome, welcome.”
    Jamie decided it was a Russian accent, and this man was a little too jovial for her current mood.
    Now was the time for a bit