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Satine (to Napoleon Solo)

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Ricardo Montalbán

Ricardo Montalbán in Border Incident (c. 1949)

Ricardo Montalban in Sombra Verde (1954)

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“But do tell me who or how many.” 

“I do try to not make assumptions on looks, you can underestimate too easy in that fashion. The Balkans you say, lovely place, not my favorite holiday location, but we can discuss business ventures. What precisely did you have in mind? Perhaps we should take this to another room?”

He was not fazed at all by her irritation. This was purely professional and he expected her to be as efficient and professional as he was. Pity he could not meet her under more pleasant circumstances. Perhaps they could have been friends before embarking on their joint assignment.

When he was approached by the blonde, James slid his phone into his pocket and struck up a conversation. He naturally assumed she was the contact which he’d been waiting to meet, though he had to admit that he’d not expected her to dress so interestingly. His eyes slid down to her plunging neckline before settling on her face and he idly commented on the weather, waiting for her to slip their code word into the conversation so they could get down to business. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rochester moving closer and inwardly bristled at it, wondering if the other man thought him so incompetent that he couldn’t even do this simple mission. As subtly as he could, he glanced over at him, trying to read the look on his face.

How irritating. He only hoped Lancelot had enough sense not to accept anything from her as a token of her “affections.”