I asked did you inform Mishra that I have come. She smiled and said, “should I tell him now?” I knew she had mischief in mind and so I smiled and ...hen she came to me and sat by my side and asked me about my personal life, like girl friends, etc etc. I said I have many and I really enjoy life a lot. I am not like Baldy Mishra. She smiled and said, you look like a sport, how do you woo girls. I said girls woo me. She laughed and said, Indeed. And then I asked why did you invite me here that. He pushes aside the thoughts and crawls out on his belly into the open grass toward a large fallen tree. The tree itself looks like something large had slammed into it and forced it over until the tree ripped leaving a torn stump in the ground. He sits up, pressing his back against the stump and looks around ensuring that there isn’t any movement. Once he is satisfied that there isn’t, he runs a check on his weapons and equipment. After two minutes go by Bridges and Mason report in followed a. I walked into his office and watched him watching me. He was in tune with every part of me and reacted to even my most subtle movements. He had just had me and he was desperate for me again. It was intoxicating. As I walked his eyes shifted to my heels then up my legs making the journey to my face as I reached the chair. When I sat he leaned forward and when I crossed my legs he reached down and adjusted himself. If I exhaled he inhaled it was like he wanted to consume me. ‘What is it you. “It matters. Who is she?”“She is a doctor of archaeology at the University of Alberta. Katelyn Parsons.”“Oh my God!” Frieda piped up. “She’s a friend of my father’s. Or married to one at least. Her husband is my dad’s best coin nerd friend.”“Yes,” Giselle agreed. “He manages an antiquities exporter. She falsified the records on a set of coins to mistake Monsieur Le Carre.”“Yes, I can see how fakes wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny.” Owen rolled his shoulders back. The elevator doors were opening..