25 LONDON, 2021 AD
Double-A sat back in his leather swivel chair, steepled his hands, an incongruous smile on his pinched sombre face.
“Once again, Conley, dear boy, you’ve come up trumps! I will, of course, require a full written report.”
Jake groaned inwardly and his expression must have betrayed him because Sir Clive said,
“A matter of form, old chap, I’m afraid it’s incumbent upon us. Ah, all’s well that ends well, as they say. Have you anything more to add?”
“In fact, I have, sir. Ms Harrop and I have grown ever closer during this ordeal and we have begun arrangements for our wedding. We were hoping for your blessing and, of course, your attendance on the day.”
AA frowned, again steepled his hands but this time rested his chin on the fingertips, and stared unseeingly at Jake, de
