Bruce sat at Maurice’s booth at the hotel with a drink in front of him but his attention had been focused entirely on his phone, his fingers drummed on his knee as a sign of unease.
Would the organization even get a chance to contact Ivy? She had a driver who doubled as a hidden bodyguard for whoever was working behind the scenes of this carefully woven plot.
“… so what do you think?”
Bruce raised unfocused eyes to glance at Maurice.
“Hmm, I think that’s good. It would be wonderful,” nothing would make Maurice talk so much if it wasn’t his new girlfriend. Probably planning how to surprise her, he thought.
Maurice sighed, “Bruce… I wasn’t talking about my Nina this time. Why are you so restless, your little girlfriend would be contacted and the organization would definitely let you kno
