Fic: Everybody Comes to Pooja's, Part II
Mr. Lee
The package of laundered shirts, habitually delivered by Mr. Lee on Friday mornings, did not arrive as usual.
Reese was miffed, but not worried. He carefully monitored his supply of white shirts and had several set aside for days when he needed to change more than once. So he was covered through the weekend.
But this disruption in his ( Read more... )
We are not actually blood relatives you see, but we look out for each other whenever we can here in New York. The place is so big and confusing that it is pleasant and useful to keep track of those thousand tiny connections which can make it work more smoothly, don’t you think?
OH MY GOODNESS, MRS. SONI, your network is unparalleled.
This convoluted web spinning by two spymasters in a confined arena was as unnerving as anything he had experienced in years of intelligence work.
Yes, exactly. I'm torn between giggling and sitting here aghast at Mrs. Soni's audacity.
He sighed. This was going to be harder than he had anticipated.
Really, John. REALLY? Because using your cheekbones didn't automatically give you the result you wanted without having to use actual words explain yourself?! Heeeee.
And even then, having obtained permission, he still needed a colorful sign (yellow dress) to move forward with Carter. Oh, Reese. I despair of your passivity at times. (It's both endearing and frustrating in terms of characterization.)
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I'm glad you picked up on the yellow motif. It's sort of a trigger for Reese.
And yes, his cheekbones get him pretty far, but Mrs. Soni is a tough negotiator when the stakes are high on both sides.
Thank you for your close reading and your lively commentary.
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