“Drop
the apologies. Seldon requested
priority one, and when you’re given priority one in France, mon ami, you get everything you want,
including me.” Maurice couldn’t
help the chuckle. “That sly fox
sent you out without telling you the whole story again, didn’t he? Another favor, eh?”
“Stuff
it, Maurice. We’ve got to work
fast. How much did my bastard of a
boss fill you in?”
“Enough,
although he left the juicy parts for you later. It must be pretty big because our friends from the Sinai
want to get their hands in the pie.
They’ve already made contact.”
“What
have you told them?”
“Buf.” Maurice shrugged away the Israelis as a minor discomfort. “You know us French. We’re ticklish about our
territory. I thanked them very
politely—”
“Extremely
diplomatic of you,” Richard interrupted, amused.
“Of
course. Said we would handle at
this end—”
“Very
efficiently.”
“And
would notify them immediately if we needed their assistance.”
“Utmost
cooperation.”
“Minimal
interference,” Maurice finished. “However,
not that I mind working with you but—”
“Why
the Côte d’Azur?” Richard asked.
A
confirming grunt.
“Must
be the weather and the choice real estate.”
Maurice
laughed. “Dieu, but it will be good to work with you again, mon ami. It was getting very boring around here. Not much to do, now that everything’s
so warm and cozy in the East thanks to our newly enlightened ex-Communist
friends. They’re even making us
work on local stuff. Boring. I’d rather be working on something
interesting, like Kosovo or Algeria.”
Richard
chuckled. “Such waste of a new
office, huh.”
“Oui,” Maurice retorted.
“They should have kept the money and given us a raise..."
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