25
Private Airfield, Hong Kong
A Mercedes was waiting. Sleek and black with diplomatic plates. Lim stepped down from the plane onto the runway of the private airfield, the warm air thick as soup with a light drizzle and a mild cross-wind.
The short, thin chauffeur of the Mercedes held a door open for them under sagging grey skies, his shoes polished and uniform spotless. Lim ducked into the limo and found her old friend, Minister Chiang on the backseat, checking his phone. He looked up over his glasses with a weak smile.
This mission just got better and better.
Lim hadn’t forgiven the man and he knew it, being overly friendly with none of his usual arrogance on display.
Not only did he owe her his life, she could snatch it from him at any moment. So it was no surprise he seemed jitte
