SEVENTY-EIGHT
"This has got to be a joke." I threw the papers down on the table. "This isn't what we agreed. There aren't any conditions on it. And my new name? What in hell do you think you're doing?" I tried not to shout, but it came out louder than I'd intended. Fury does that to a girl.
"I'm running an anti-terrorism unit is what I'm f*****g doing. And if you think this is how the negotiation is going to go, you can f*****g leave." Beneath his dark hair, his dark eyes flashed, his face heating up.
I crossed my legs and sat up straighter in the visitor chair on the client's side of the desk. He hadn't even offered me a drink of water, the prick.
"Well, you're f*****g incompetent, then." I smiled sweetly. "You sent an operative who's clearly suffering from insomnia and the worst case
