Chapter 8Charmed, Charmed Life
When I finally awoke, it was not as I usually did, immediately and at full alert, but instead slowly, resurfacing to consciousness in fits and starts.
In spite of the foggy condition of my brain, I knew that I’d been in Paris the day before, and now I was back at home in Alexandria.
I’d been able to catch a ride on a private jet owned by one of the world’s wealthiest men. That particular billionaire was an acquaintance of my Uncle Jefferson, and even though he wasn’t a very good poker player, he insisted we while away the hours over the Atlantic playing five-card stud. If we’d been playing for anything other than peppermints, I’d have owned controlling shares in one of his companies.
Once I’d arrived at home, though, I’d been overwhelmed by inexplicable e
