"Je ne sais pas (I don't know)" she responded. She took another sip of her drink and continued. "I had some information, but another agent claimed it already"
My heart sunk as it suddenly became a realization that while I was fending of drunken French men, a nemesis of mine could have stolen my Intel. "Who?" I asked reverting back to English. Who could have known about this meet? I suppose infiltration of secret meetings was easy enough, but I never expected it could happen to me.
"He offered me 10,000 dollars American to give him the Intel and pass along a message." She replied.
So much for my theory that Anna Espinosa was on my trail. A male agent? I was guessing it wasn't Dixon or my father. Most likely some new face looking to make a name for himself.
"Give me a name" I threatened, as I took a step forward and trapped Brigitte into a corner. Startled she dropped her glass and murmured "Il a certainement su son français... dans plus que l'one-way (He certainly knew his french...in more than one way)" under her breath.
My mind wandered for a second to Vaughn. But it couldn't be him. He didn't even know about the meet with Brigitte. "What's that supposed to mean?" I retorted. I prayed that if it was indeed Vaughn, she wasn't referring to an intimate relationship…
She could see her words had crawled under my skin and sweetly stated, "I only meant that he not only master Parisian French, but his Colloquial and slang versions were adequate as well."
I sighed and relaxed. "Name?" I asked. She squirmed…she dodged my question again, "He thought this would be too dangerous for you, Agent Bristow" she replied.
"Why?" I responded, she kept avoiding my questions and making me question every truth I thought I knew. "He thought you couldn't handle yourself among the crowd…" she began.
"I've been around sleazier dumps with skankier whores…" I retorted, Proud of myself for dismissing her attempt to undermine me.
"I may be a whore, but at least when I go home to my friends and family, I don't lie about what I am." She snapped. She continued "Even if I went and got myself a legitimate job, I'd have to sleep my way up the corporate ladder and I'd be a whore anyways…at least this way I'm not disguising myself as something I'm not…"
As her words burned and thrived on my insecurities, she pushed through me and attempted to reach the door to re-enter the dank club.
"By the way, He said to meet him in Room 526 at…" she began, but I interjected, "who?"
"You know who…" she said "Agent Vaughn"
TBC
My heart sunk as it suddenly became a realization that while I was fending of drunken French men, a nemesis of mine could have stolen my Intel. "Who?" I asked reverting back to English. Who could have known about this meet? I suppose infiltration of secret meetings was easy enough, but I never expected it could happen to me.
"He offered me 10,000 dollars American to give him the Intel and pass along a message." She replied.
So much for my theory that Anna Espinosa was on my trail. A male agent? I was guessing it wasn't Dixon or my father. Most likely some new face looking to make a name for himself.
"Give me a name" I threatened, as I took a step forward and trapped Brigitte into a corner. Startled she dropped her glass and murmured "Il a certainement su son français... dans plus que l'one-way (He certainly knew his french...in more than one way)" under her breath.
My mind wandered for a second to Vaughn. But it couldn't be him. He didn't even know about the meet with Brigitte. "What's that supposed to mean?" I retorted. I prayed that if it was indeed Vaughn, she wasn't referring to an intimate relationship…
She could see her words had crawled under my skin and sweetly stated, "I only meant that he not only master Parisian French, but his Colloquial and slang versions were adequate as well."
I sighed and relaxed. "Name?" I asked. She squirmed…she dodged my question again, "He thought this would be too dangerous for you, Agent Bristow" she replied.
"Why?" I responded, she kept avoiding my questions and making me question every truth I thought I knew. "He thought you couldn't handle yourself among the crowd…" she began.
"I've been around sleazier dumps with skankier whores…" I retorted, Proud of myself for dismissing her attempt to undermine me.
"I may be a whore, but at least when I go home to my friends and family, I don't lie about what I am." She snapped. She continued "Even if I went and got myself a legitimate job, I'd have to sleep my way up the corporate ladder and I'd be a whore anyways…at least this way I'm not disguising myself as something I'm not…"
As her words burned and thrived on my insecurities, she pushed through me and attempted to reach the door to re-enter the dank club.
"By the way, He said to meet him in Room 526 at…" she began, but I interjected, "who?"
"You know who…" she said "Agent Vaughn"
TBC