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The Israeli Embassy, Palace Gardens, London – The Next Day
‘What did she say?’ Yuval said.
‘What the f**k do you want?’ Rafi said in English.
Eli snorted, ‘So much for your good connection.’
Yuval frowned but stayed focused on Rafi. ‘How did she sound? Did you get another meeting or do we have to try another approach?’
‘I’m seeing her tomorrow.’
They were back in the safe room at the embassy and Rafi was drinking another one of his health drinks. ‘I’m seeing her tomorrow,’ Rafi repeated. ‘I’d have preferred tonight but she was busy.’
‘It’s better tomorrow; it gives us more time to plan,’ Yuval said. ‘We cannot afford her saying no when you make the pitch, understood? That means I don’t want you charging in there like a bull.’
‘Relax, Yuval, I’m not an i***t. I know what we need
