“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dame Devonshire,” Tamlyn said.
“Call me Felicity, my dear.”
“Thank you, Felicity.”
“That’s not an American accent I’m hearing.”
“Singaporean, seasoned by several years in the U.K.”
“You lived here?”
“I did, but I’m in New York now.”
“She’s Strategic Services’ new chief technology officer,” Stone said.
“Is that right?” Felicity said. “I know Mike Freeman only hires the best, so if you ever decide you want to move back, I’m sure a position could be found for you at MI6.”
“That is very kind,” Tamlyn said.
“It’s purely selfish. We’re always on the lookout for talent.”
A young man in a suit approached and whispered something into Felicity’s ear.
“Now?” Felicity said.
Another whisper.
“Oh, all right.” To the others, Felicity said, “I’m needed on the phone. The prime minister. Shouldn’t be long.”
She followed the young man out of the room.
“Was she serious about a job at MI6?” Tamlyn asked.
“I don’t think she’d joke about that,” Stone said. “Why? Are you interested?”
“No, I’m very happy with my job now, but it is flattering.”
“I do believe that was the point,” Dino said.
“What do you—” She stopped herself. “Was she flirting with me?”
“You shouldn’t be surprised,” Stone said. “You’re an accomplished, beautiful woman.”
“First, thank you. Second, why would she flirt with me when I’m clearly here with you?”
“That hasn’t stopped her before,” Dino said.
Tamlyn raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“One hears rumors.”
“From whom?”
“Does anyone want a drink?” Stone interrupted. “I know I could use one.”
“You have nothing to say about this?” Tamlyn asked.
“I feel anything I might say now could be misconstrued.”
