Chapter 11: Our Man on Man
London
Later the same day, Edward sat across the conference table from the Director of the Secret Intelligence Service (SIS). The basement room had minimal lighting and no windows. Two other agents, their faces unfamiliar to Edward, flanked him on either side. One man had a thin Laurence Olivier mustache while the other was clean-shaven with rosy cheeks. The Director shuffled some papers, and then began to speak in a serious tone. “We have a problem.”
The agents turned and looked at each other then gave the Director their complete attention. One of them started to speak, but was silenced by a wave of the Director’s hand, his shirt cuff riding up, exposing an arm as hairy as a bear’s. Edward loved Leslie’s smooth skin with the light bits of blond hair, so delic
