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In Conclave

“Rashida, how lovely you look tonight.” Jadger smiled. Without waiting for a reply he turned to me and said, “John, a delight that you could make it. I was wondering if I might tear you away from this lovely lady for a few minutes to introduce you to some people. You don’t mind do you dear?” He said as he interposed himself between Rashida and I. Thoughts of objecting strongly came to mind, but with a nod she indicated I should accompany Otto.

Soon I was in an alcove off from the West room. Brandy and cigars were offered. All the men Rashida had pointed out to me were there with the addition of one. Pierre DeBolle offered his card.

“Frances Electroniques.” he said by way of introduction.

“You know, your arrival in Baghdad has caused quite a stir amongst our little group.”

“How so,” I asked, swirling my brandy.

“In Michael we had a known quantity. Arrangements had been made and settled. Delineation of interests were known.”

“We wonder about your intentions,” DeBolle said as smoke rose from his cigar.

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