"How did it go today, Seamus?" Kris asked him as they drove home.
Harper was about to ask her not to call him that but, then he changed his mind. She'd probably want to know why and of course, he couldn't explain. Especially, after his goof-up with regards to her sister. He would need to be more careful in the future. Besides, coming from her, it didn't sound so bad. "It was fine. That Charlie guy called again. Who is he, anyway?"
"That's our boss, Charles Townsend. He owns the agency."
"Oh. Well, doesn't he ever come in to work?"
Kris laughed at that. "No. He stays hidden. We've never seen him."
Now it was Harper's turn to look at her incredulously. "You work for someone you've never seen?"
"I know, I know. It's supposed to be for our own personal safety since Charlie's rich and made a lot of enemies when he was a cop and working private eye. He also did secret work for the Allies in World War Two. So, that's the reasons for it."
"O.K. Does that Bosley dude also not see him?"
"No. He gets to. It doesn't seem fair, does it? Of course, Bosley worked with Charlie in the old days and that would explain it."
They reached the beach house and Harper and Kris had a light supper together and another pleasant evening before retiring. Harper thought about working for either Dylan or Beka, sight unseen. It wouldn't work for him. He marveled that it worked for Kris, although, of course, their life circumstances were very different. He knew he should be trying to fix his device, kept safely hidden in his pocket. But, there was time. He'd work on it, eventually.
Harper was about to ask her not to call him that but, then he changed his mind. She'd probably want to know why and of course, he couldn't explain. Especially, after his goof-up with regards to her sister. He would need to be more careful in the future. Besides, coming from her, it didn't sound so bad. "It was fine. That Charlie guy called again. Who is he, anyway?"
"That's our boss, Charles Townsend. He owns the agency."
"Oh. Well, doesn't he ever come in to work?"
Kris laughed at that. "No. He stays hidden. We've never seen him."
Now it was Harper's turn to look at her incredulously. "You work for someone you've never seen?"
"I know, I know. It's supposed to be for our own personal safety since Charlie's rich and made a lot of enemies when he was a cop and working private eye. He also did secret work for the Allies in World War Two. So, that's the reasons for it."
"O.K. Does that Bosley dude also not see him?"
"No. He gets to. It doesn't seem fair, does it? Of course, Bosley worked with Charlie in the old days and that would explain it."
They reached the beach house and Harper and Kris had a light supper together and another pleasant evening before retiring. Harper thought about working for either Dylan or Beka, sight unseen. It wouldn't work for him. He marveled that it worked for Kris, although, of course, their life circumstances were very different. He knew he should be trying to fix his device, kept safely hidden in his pocket. But, there was time. He'd work on it, eventually.