Chapter 102

“Yes, sir.” It was on seven, which was a little odd since that was where the agents who worked in Interior Affairs had their offices, and Mr. Vincent had never worked out of that department. I wondered if he would keep that office, or if he’d move to another floor. Sperling had created a precedent when he’d taken an office on the tenth floor.

“Very well. Good luck, Matheson.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I turned to leave, but I had no trouble hearing his last words. “God knows you’re going to need it.”

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So, no, I wasn’t surprised I’d been promoted. What surprised me was the position, and that I’d be working under the man whose reputation within the WBIS—and outside of it, as well, to be honest—was legend.

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