condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
finger on the pulse until he gets there and your counterpart in Sydney phones to
say that the transfer is complete."
Whilst Margaret was on the phone Will tried to relax. Suddenly he realized
that he had not seen Dorothy before he left. What would Ivan have said to her?
He stood up experiencing mild panic. "What's the matter Will?"
"Dorothy doesn't know where I've gone. Ivan, the man you phoned is a friend,
he will have told her that there was some sort of emergency."
"Do you want to phone your friend?"
"No, I would probably be back there before Ivan delivered the message. I
think you should go back to your place in Melbourne to be on the safe side, I'll see
you off and then go home."
They switched off the lights and went down to the cars. "You've now
experienced the violence I talked about last week. Get yourself someone that can
handle himself when trouble arises."
"I'll do that Will." She stepped towards him and bending forward kissed him
on the cheek. "I'm still indebted to you, Will Brenner."
Will stood rooted to the spot, he had never looked at Margaret as a woman
before, only an agent for the organization. He watched as she reversed out and
disappeared down the hill, realizing just how vulnerable she really was, in the life
style she had adopted. Taking one last look at the house in darkness, Will got into
his car and drove back to the main road.
His anxiety was unfounded when he arrived back home to Dorothy, but this
was one of the rare times that he had to concoct an outright lie. There was one
moment of panic however when she asked. "What's that red mark on your
cheek?" and for a moment he froze until he remembered that Margaret never wore
lipstick. "It's only a scratch, I don't even remember doing it." It could only have
happened during the scuffle with Dan.
The next morning Will stepped on to the production floor and the usual six or
eight staff were waiting for him, following him to the sides and rear. "We've got a
problem with so and so, Will." "Mr. Brenner, what do I do about this?" flourishing
a piece of paper in front of his face. The questions were endless and continuous,
all the way to his office.
As he placed his briefcase on the desk he didn't release it, the gabble of voices
around him seemed to fade in intensity. Something inside was telling him that he'd
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