Yeww-NeeceEunice was in Paraguay to work with a client. Her job?
“Why, I"m an interior designer. I"ve been asked to consult on the foreign ministry"s meeting rooms to make them more palatial,” she had said.
He had introduced himself as Jack McKenna, an oil executive for one of the big oil giants; a dealmaker out to get the best deal for the clients as well as the consumers. Paraguay was his new stomping ground in the oil business.
“I wouldn"t have put you as an oil executive. I"m quite good at reading people. I would have said that you had been some kind of soldier…. security or something like that. Just the way that you carry yourself.”
“I"m afraid not,” he said, his hands clasped tightly together in front of him.
“I"m just teasing you, Jack,” she said, brushing a lock of red hair fr
