“Oooh, fiesty today, aren’t we, sweetheart? No matter about Nancy Stone. I already gathered all that you have and more.” He tipped his infamous hat at her and swaggered out of her office.
It was because of Jack that Chloe didn’t think too highly of Americans. ”...God save the Queen” she muttered, and got back to her notepad. Outside her London office, people bustled around the light-haired, hazel-eyed Jack Mason, rude as he ever could be.
Unseen by any of the busy morning crowd, a man read a paper across the street in a little cafe. If anyone cared to look carefully, they would see his eyes trained on Chloe’s window. He got up slowly, went to the nearest telephone booth, and dialed Cairo.