"Sir, our flight is in two hours," Krista Schroeder, the secretary, said, bending over.
Jason Bourne was watching from nearby.
This woman was quite scheming.
When the boss looked up, whoa, he saw the career line...
A woman very adept at using her assets.
But hopefully, she knows her place.
Sure enough, when Victor looked up, he was almost drowned in that cleavage, but he only took a glance before directing his gaze away.
What, haven't seen enough?
After a while, it's just a couple of lumps of flesh.
But apparently, Gaddafi had a squadron of beautiful female bodyguards, all good-looking, each one could be a supermodel.
Who knows if they're really there to catch bullets.
Victor glanced at his watch, frowned slightly, "Let's change flights; it's a bit rushed."
He really hated rushing about.
Frantic and indecorous.
...
Virginia, U.S., Langley.
At the CIA's main gate.
A statue of the former Director William Webster was erected.
