Commando
"Welcome home, Jake," Marie said with a smile.
Wiping his eyes, Jake Randolph smiled tiredly as he got off the elevator that led directly to the main office of Perseus. "Hi, Marie." He moved slowly across the thick rose–colored carpeting toward her desk. "Got something you've been wanting."
With a smile, she took his report. "Handwritten, no doubt?" "Yeah. You know me—I can't type to save my soul." He stretched and yawned. "I'm taking that two weeks off. I'm beat."
"Not so fast," Marie murmured apologetically. "Morgan left word for you to come directly to him when you came back."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I'm afraid he's got another assignment, and you're the only person available to take it."
Jake frowned. "Listen, I'm wiped out from that Peruvian fiasco." "I know you are. Just go in and talk to Morgan, will you? There's a gentleman in there with him. They've both been waiting for you to show up."
Groaning, Jake rubbed his face, which needed a shave. "Okay, but I'm turning it down."
Marie smiled understandingly and pressed the button on the intercom that sat on her desk.
"Jake is here, Mr. Trayhern. Shall I send him ... read full excerpt from: Commando ebook
