Agent 69_Stroken, Not Stirred by Callista Hawkes

Author:Callista Hawkes [Hawkes, Callista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B018MS4KYI
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2015-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

You make your way across the room to the throng of people surrounding Kruger. His brunette lady friend, her accent French, appears to be voicing her displeasure at something.

“If you don’t like it Bérénice, then perhaps you should return to Paris and I will arrange to have all your items sent on.” He tells her, his voice low but firm. “Not including anything you have bought with my money of course…” He grins humourlessly at her, fixing her with a flinty eyed stare. She glares coolly back at him for a moment before lowering her head in submission. He leans forward and whispers in her ear. “A wise decision my dear. After all, there are plenty of pretty, younger women who would jump at the chance of taking your place as my… assistant.” You clear your throat, Kruger turning to you, a flash of anger in his eyes that quickly evaporates.

“Good evening Mr Kruger.” You smile. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am George Grenville, a banker from London.” You effortlessly lie, continuing a habit you have of using former British prime ministers as aliases.

“Surprised you would admit such a thing in public.” Kruger smirks, while the Frenchwoman eyes you disinterestedly. “City bankers are hardly flavour of the month these days.” The group around him all laugh a little too loud and long.

“Water off a duck’s back Mr Kruger.” You shrug.

“Exactly the correct attitude Mr Grenville.” Kruger tells you. “You must be resilient in any line of business.”

“Thank you sir.” You reply.

“So, what can I do for you Mr Grenville?” Kruger asks.

“I just wanted to express my gratitude at being invited to such a prestigious event, but my office did ask me to mention that they are awaiting some account information for your shipping company in Istanbul.” You watch Kruger’s face closely, but he must be a hell of a poker player as there is not so much as a flicker.

“You are mistaken Mr Grenville.” Kruger tells you firmly. “I have no business interests in Istanbul.”

“Oh? You’re certain Mr Kruger?” You reply, knitting your eyebrows. “Perhaps through a subsidiary company?”

“No Mr Grenville.” Kruger tells you, a note of finality in his voice.

“Apologies sir. I will explain to my colleagues that they are in error.”

“Good.” He replies. “Have a pleasant evening Mr Grenville.” With that he turns away and you find yourself once again on the periphery of his enthralled guests.

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