just_muse_me: 3.8.1 Aeroplane

3.8.1 Picture: Aeroplane


James frowned, eyes on his boss as his tongue came to rest between his lips. He let out a breath and then shook his head. “Has this got anything to do with my leave? I told you the doctor said I was fit to return to work.”

Pierce waved his pen dismissively. “The opposite, Campbell. Do you think I’d sign off on your secondment if I didn’t think you were fit? What’s the problem? You’ve never protested the liaison before,” he pointed out.

“How long?” James asked, the frown still set on his forehead.

“A month… two… maybe three.” Pierce shrugged. “Again, never had an issue before, Campbell. The intelligence points to negotiations originating in Canberra, the political capital of Australia, with suggestions some big names are involved. But they are pointing directly to our jurisdiction here in New York and LA on the west coast."

( James turned his eyes to the ceiling of Pierce’s office. This sucked... )

- isabelowens & agentsullivan referenced with permission


Word Count | 498