by J.B.
“Your wife?” asked Viki, full of surprise, “who’s your wife?”
“All in due time, folks. I have even more surprises up my sleeve. All in the best interest of keeping you entertained and off-guard. Regardless, we should be leaving for the States tomorrow. We will all stay together in suites at the Waldorf-Astoria. Be ready to depart as soon as Mr. Buchanan has made the arrangements.”
“But, the Waldorf is in New York City! I thought we were going to Philadelphia!”
Clint was visibly upset over this turn of events.
“Ah, well, that’s another tiny alteration that I am making to the plan. I have made the determination that I cannot trust any of you. You haven’t demonstrated any loyalty for this endeavor. So I must protect the project by eliminating any possibility forunfortunate mistakes. Mr. Buchanan, I expect to hear from you as soon as the arrangements are made.”
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by J.B.
Clint looked at Viki and almost dumped his tea in his lap. “What?” “Did you see the lady that just came in?” “No, who was it?” “I think it was Monique!” “Monique . . .” muses Clint. “You know, the lady in Monte Carlo who saw a burglar outside on her terrace.” “Oh, that Monique. [...]
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