CONFIRMATION

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And then Camille hears nothing from Greene for three days.

She has good nerves, excellent nerves, nerves of steel and steady-hands-defusing-ticking-bomb nerves, but she is also a professional intelligence officer in the middle of an undercover operation and by the time the memo finally (finally) arrives, you could use her nerves for guitar strings.

Officially it is siesta-time (one adapts to local customs), so the complex is quiet. Dominic's lobby to his private office shares a wall with the main lobby - one of the twin aquarium walls filled with Latin American fish. Most of the seats are across the other wall, presumably so people can be distracted by the fish and watching people through the water.

Camille - low-heeled ladies' boots, navy-black pants with a high waist, yellow blouse tucked in, two pairs of studs and one pair of hoops in her ears (she always takes care with her appearance, and this is no expection - is sitting on the low wooden bench with her back to the fish.



(No one is about to shoot her through the water)

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He doesn't budge, biting down on his lower lip.

Then, in an instant, he's on his feet, noticeably more cheerful as he gives her a curt nod.

Opening his mouth as if to speak, he pauses, as though thinking better of it. Whatever he originally intended to say, what comes out is an almost exaggerated, "Take care."

There may or may not be a double meaning in there, it all depends on how she chooses to read into it.

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In contrast, Camille gets to her feet with the same unhurried smoothness that she showed in the lobby, and doesn't show the flicker of surprise at how fast he moved.


Hmmm.


"I'll try to," she says, then - "Buenas tardes."

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"Buenas tardes."

(Not too much of an accent, not too little, either.)

By the time she's gone, he's already back behind his desk.