Chapter Twenty-Four
“I need to see your boss.”
“My boss?”
“Yes. The General. Has he finished with his damned breakfast yet?”
Jill marched into General Chenkov’s reception area under a full head of steam. The secretary thought she looked wildly magnificent. “He’s with someone. But let me check for you.”
The secretary let himself into Chenkov’s office. “It’s the Spencer woman,” he said. “She looks ready to eat you alive, sir.”
The General recrossed his legs on his desktop. “She can eat me anytime she wants.” He took a sip of vodka and washed it down with black Turkish coffee. “I figured she’d show up. She look nice, Fredric?”
“Very nice, sir. Except she’s wearing pants.”
“We’ll do something about that... ” the General laughed. He leaned back and stretched. It was starting out to be a
