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He wants me to seduce my ex-girlfriend.

"It’s a great opportunity. I don't care how you get the information. If you find a way to get to Hera, that will make both our careers.” There’s a strange tenor to his tone. A mix of doubt and greed I can’t explain.

But that’s not an immediate concern. I have the chance to play another day. I’m taking it. “Of course, sir.”

"You have one month," he says.

I don’t tell him about the invite to his party. Better to keep something for myself.

"And Matteo," he adds in a tone that’s overly familiar. "I've seen your work. Lead with that.” Fuck her again, you idiot.

Right on cue, Jamie sends me a picture of an espresso cup stained with her lipstick.

Jamie: Would prefer if it was you. XO.

I need to play this smart. Let her believe she’s in control.

Matteo: Prove it.

Jamie: We just did this, baby. I can't have my way with you with the Italian cops on my ass.

Matteo: Prove you'll give me information. Give me something now.

Jamie: Let's talk in person. It's safer.

Matteo: How do I know you won't kill me?

Jamie: You're the one who turned me in to MI6 last time.

That's a good counterpoint. She's going to keep using it, too.

I can't let the guilt infect my judgement.

I had every reason to turn her in. She killed a man I was supposed to protect.

She kills people for a living.

Matteo: If you're helping me, you're an asset.

Jamie: Off the books. I can’t let this go on the record officially. Too dangerous.

If Olympus has any sources at Mi6, this could get her outed as a rat.

Crime bosses and middle managers tend to kill suspected informants, even if they’re only pretending to hand out useful intel.

Jamie: I need to know you won’t turn me in again.

I need to give her a real reason to trust me.

Something better than I work for the good guys.

That doesn’t move her anyway.

No, this can’t be business. This needs to be personal.

Of course. That’s it. I need to play her game here too.

Matteo: What do you want?