Chapter Seven

MI5 Headquarters…

I was worried about the Agent they had sent, she is a good agent; straightforward, serious. Additionally she uses her good looks and sharp wit to her advantage, she has fooled many men with that, very impressive. However, this time it will be different, these people know her real name [Nathalie] and it would be hard for her, emotions could cloud her judgement, women are often confused by that.
There is no doubt she is the best agent for the job, but maybe when I go I should watch over the operation with extra care. She doesn’t know I orchestrated the whole thing nor does she know my identity, not many people do…..……..

KNOCK KNOCK

“Boss”

“Yes, Mary?”

“The president and the prime minister are waiting for you in the conference room”

“Thank you Mary, I’ll be through in one minute”

As I walked out my office room my mind was elsewhere, I was not thinking of the briefing I was about to give to the two most important men in the world; but I was back at Varey house in the first year of my university career. As I thought about it, I realised that it was my own fascination to see those people again making me go, that checking on my agent was a façade.
When I think back it was probably the fact that I finished my course a year later than everyone else that made me lose touch. But I still remember those halls; the walls had held so much laughter, so many memories. But it seemed that at the moment when they tapped me on the shoulder I had forgotten my youth it had [it appeared] been hidden under suits and shirts for 10 years.

There was no way I could give away what my job is, that would be a matter of national security, not to mention how I would endanger myself as well. It is why almost nobody knows who I am. But, as I turned the handle of the conference room door I smiled because I realised in that instant that at the reunion I would not be pretending I would in fact, be being myself for the first time in years, well with a few white lies of course. I managed to wipe the glorious grin of my face just before they looked up and saw who I really was, who I hadn’t been for years.