He shied away from my extended hand. “What—You—I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“Sure you don’t. Did you think I wouldn’t realize you’d try to record this meeting? C’mon.” I waggled my fingers, and reluctantly, he removed the tape from a micro recorder and dropped it onto my palm. “Oh, and one other thing, Davies. I don’t like having my people interrogated without being informed of the fact. I’m overlooking it this time. Next time I won’t be so easy-going about it.” I turned on my heel and walked out.
The personal assistant was looking even paler than his boss. Had my agent been intimidating him? Good job.
“Matheson.” I left, with him at my heels.
“You’d think the guy had never seen members of Interior Affairs before,” Matheson remarked mildly.
Swallowing my smile, I opened
