- It's not worth it. I get up from the table. I ll talk to her and find out what she needs. It will surely be fast.
My husband nods and I leave his office. I return to our bedroom, put on a strict business suit with thin gray stripes, put my hair in a bun and go down to the first floor, where Leila is waiting for me.
- Ana. - She nods briefly. I smile at her coldly.
Hi, I say reluctantly. - What did you want?
- Talk. You look good, Leila nods to me.
Williams, in short, I ask impatiently.
Layla rolls her eyes.
We are all very worried about what happened yesterday. But believe me, if we could, we wouldn't be following you. The girl looks guilty.
Did you say everything? - I interrupt. - Now listen here: I can tolerate surveillance of myself, not for the first time, but I can t tolerate surveillance of my children. Tell Fred that if he wants me back, he should come and talk to me.
Anastacia, it s unreasonable to change your job as a spy for life with a pimp, Leila pleads.
- I agree, it s unreasonable, but unlike you, this pimp has never deceived me or let me down. And you, unlike me, believed your boss and broke off your engagement with Roger, I say coldly.
Leila sighs. Disappointment and pain appear on her beautiful face.
- You're right here. I didn't have the courage to talk to him. I left the wedding ring on the fireplace and left. I regret this, I swear. The girl lowers her eyes.
I feel that the facade of the iron lady and the brilliant pilot has cracked, I go up to her and hug her. I stroke her blond hair and calm her down.
If only I could find the courage my friend whispers.
It seems to me that it s not too late to fix everything, I nod to her.
- Do you think so? the girl asks incredulously. I nod at her. Leila, encouraged by my phrase, smiles and runs away somewhere.
Pov Leila
Anastasia's words made me think about a lot. I still love Roger Dascombe, no matter how much I deny it. For some reason, it was he who became the embodiment of everything that a girl from Chicago dreamed of, who lost her parents early and became a spy for the good of her country.
I met this luxurious blue-eyed brunette in Morocco during the hunt for a prominent terrorist. He was sent from England and he helped me in every possible way, covered me with himself, risked his life for me and the mission, in a word he behaved as a noble spy should behave.
After the Mission, I asked him for his phone number and when I was in England on a diamond smuggling case, I called Roger. We met in a cafe, had a nice chat and agreed that we would meet and work together.
Our romance developed rapidly. A month later he introduced me to Prothero, whom he considered his father. We literally drowned in each other, sharing secrets and secrets and making love at night.
And of course Fred didn't like my connection with Dascombe. He begged me to change my mind, hinting at some vague past of my fiance. But I didn't want to listen to anything. I loved Roger and believed that he was the one.
Fersday took the news of our engagement poorly, and the news of the wedding generally seemed like the end of the world to him. To bring some sense to me, Fred sent me a video from The Owl on my wedding day. Then my heart was broken and I left Dascombe without saying anything.
After that incident, I closed myself off, thought only about work and did not let men near me. And only when I saw Roger during the quest for Mia did I realize that I still loved him.
I find Roger on the street near the Owl. He stands and smokes silently. When he sees me, he looks into my eyes, puzzled.
- Would you like me to buy you a cigarette? I hide my excitement behind a smile. The man nods and hands me a cigarette. We stand silently and smoke for a while.
How are you in general? Roger finally asks. I smile weakly at him and hide my eyes.
Not bad at all, I say. - And you?
Now that I ve seen you, everything has become much better, the brunette whispers. I smile weakly at him and sigh.
Listen, I m sorry about what happened the night before the wedding, I finally exhale. I shouldn t have run away and left you hanging.
The brunette looks at me in surprise.
Leila... Roger begins, approaching me.
- No, let me tell you. I love you. I still love it. I don't know why you work for Lewis, but if you're happy with what you do, I understand. I want to be with you, now I know that, I say and put out the cigarette.
- What about your job? Fursday won t leave us alone, just like Miss Steele and Lewis, my lover says thoughtfully.
He ll have to come to terms with it if he doesn t want to lose two agents at once, I say firmly and approach Dascombe. - Well, will you give me a second chance?
The young man puts out his cigarette and draws me towards him. Our lips merge in a kiss and my heart is filled with peace. It starts to rain.
Fuck, we re like in a cheap rom-com, I mutter. Roger laughs and pulls me towards him. He carries me into the Owl in his arms, and we silently rise to the top. He pushes open one of the doors and carries me inside. The last thing I remember from that evening is him hanging over me and undressing me...