CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The British were truly as insufferable as it got in this world. They absolutely believed that the sun rose and set on their arseholes. Naidoo stopped just before reaching the bathroom. She walked back to her bed and grabbed the cell phone provided to her by Hulley. She dialed the number and held the phone to her ear. It answered in two rings.
“Yes.”
“They’re coming. Tonight. Lanseria International. Private wing. Have your men ready.”
“Just worry about maintaining your role in this evening’s events, agent Naidoo. We’ll be sure to handle ours.”
She bit her tongue. It seemed like everyone was on edge now that the deal was about to go down. And she was caught right in the middle of it.
“Is there anything else?” Abram went on.
“No, that’s it.”
“Good. Thank you. Make su
