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Date: 2010-09-20 04:09 am (UTC)
Jack's smirk grew. He had a confidence about him, and he simply knew when he was on top... so to speak.

He leaned in closer, towards her ear, and he whispered. "Bank details." His voice sultry and low.

But then he grinned, pulled back, and like a click of his fingers the moment was gone. He took a step back, and his voice returned to normal. "That is if you expect to get paid, of course. We need your fingerprints, blood sample, urine sample and tissue sample. I'll get Owen to take those this afternoon."
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