Mr. Vincent sat back in his chair. “Mr. Wallace is retiring.”
“What? I’m sorry, sir. Excuse me?” The Boss had been The Boss for almost three decades, longer than any other head of an intelligence agency throughout the world. He was a smart man and his tenure had been untouched by any scandal, political or personal. Of course the public and most agencies were unaware of the WBIS, but it wouldn’t have made much difference: it ran on its own agenda
“He had a health scare.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Mr. Vincent waved it away, and I knew better than to inquire further. “He’s fine, but he decided he’s had enough. He’s stepping down, and I’ll be replacing him.”
“Congratulations, sir.”
“Thanks.” He didn’t sound overjoyed though, but I kept my mouth shut. “Anyway, that leaves the position of
