PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER
SEASON 5'S. Part 7's. Thomas Jefferson
POV Author
"Your job's done. After this validation, let's just say you can avoid it." Thomas will take care of it with the other team after this.
"I've told him to send his counsel, if I avoid it I'll be suspected."
"You can proceed with the consultation if so. You're going to be in LA for a while?"
"Yes, I'll take the offer of a movie. I'll take care of the signature first, after that maybe I just went back to London for a while waiting for filming."
"alright. Kelly and his team will pull over while okay. But if you need help, just call me or Kelly."
"Yes fine."
Thomas Jefferson prepared the files he would bring to NY. He was confident they would be able to put pressure on Louis Allen and Nathan Garcia. Within two days she was in NY and called Louis Allen, a target that Julie had validated.
"Who is this?" Louis receives a call from an unknown number.
"I'm Thomas Jefferson. Security attache from the British embassy. I'd like to have a four-eye talk with you."
When he introduced himself Louis immediately thought who the UK people he met later. The only thing she thought about was Julie. But if there's anything suspicious about Julie, she's just complaining about the big tax and she hasn't even sent her number at all. It cannot be used as evidence.
"Safety storage? What problems? I don't have a business there."
"Better we talk in a special place for your own safety."
"For my own safety? What could make you judge I need security?"
"Mr Louis, we don't have to be here long. I'm just asking for half an hour. After that you can decide for yourself."
"Tomorrow afternoon at 3 o'clock, in my office."
"understand. Tomorrow afternoon at 3."
Louis hung up. He called his assistant.
"Raymond, check out Julie Harris' background. Is there any chance she's some kind of government agent or she's working with someone?"
"Julie Harris is that movie artist and model?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Good."
Louis never thought the girl had a hidden agenda, all of their encounters seemed accidental. The girl never tried to get close to him, if she said she might even avoid him. Did ya? He's rethinking. But only he's a UK citizen lately, why should he meet a UK security attache.
Nothing goes through his mind, well we Louis will see what the security attache named Thomas Jefferson wants.
While Raymond comes up with reports that the girl's background is as smooth as her cutting-edge career, wealth is plentiful, heiress is a big business, she's her own business owner, and even her restaurant network is also in a big American city. He's rich and wants to embezzle taxes, that's not suspicious.
"Do you know where he is now?"
"Some days he's signed a contract in Hollywood, there's a movie project he's taken on." Everything he told was appropriate. He ruled out data on Julie, what this British security attache has to do with her now.
At three o'clock, the man was already sitting in front of him.
"Sir Louis, thank you for taking the time." The two men judged each other in their initial meeting. Both have alpha displays, both people will seem to be preparing to start the weird negotiations now. But Thomas is optimistic he will prevail in the negotiations this time around.
"Go ahead, why would I get a British security attache in my office? It's obviously a problem or whether you want help?"
Thomas smiled, he took out a photo and put the photo they could like looking for a needle in that haystack. It was a camera photo that was quite far away, not even from the restaurant where the meeting was because the distance they got and investigated the record of secretary Daniella was quite far.
"You don't know him. This is a picture of you with Daniella Ignatova, almost 6 years ago?" Thomas wouldn't try to argue whether the not-so-obvious photograph was Louis's or not.
"Then?"
"You must know who Daniella Ignatova is."
"Yes I know, but the meeting didn't mean anything I felt. I offered him an investment, but he later disagreed. He also met a lot of people why don't you come to them." He admitted it, but the photo meant nothing.
"I have a hypothesis..."
"Hypotesa?"
"You and your Boss, are very exclusive people, the two of you even have an escort. Twice I asked for your data, when it was far apart, could not at all. I'm asking your data blatantly to your government because it linked this woman to 4 billion dollars, but they didn't give it. There are indeed losses in US citizens, but only small, not up to 5%, he said%, I'm wondering why you're protecting you instead and I'm just wondering how much would it cost you to lose 4 billion dollars?"
"That's a very serious accusation, what can you prove by just having this photo and hypothesis? Don't make me laugh at you." Louis laughed immediately, but Thomas remained calm.
"To prove my hypothesis correct, I do need proof, I'll tell you how I can prove it." Thomas advanced forward, looking into the eyes of his interlocutor.
"My hypothesis is this, we assume the cost of eliminating it 20%, 800 million, is very large, what is very interesting to me is that your data is protected by the government? The question is which government? In other words I'll tell you about your story to the two camps in your government, you know next what's going to happen..." Thomas smiled slightly at Louis not being able to answer him. "I don't know, you know."
Louis was now silent, this person in front of him made him think hard. The case has been 6 years. It's they who set it all up, but it's no longer 20, it's 25%. Very large.
"Second option, you can close your eyes, wash your hands, give me instructions, your data is safe, I shut up, I've got an award from those who lost their money, you're not affected by anything. Our business is done. It's that simple."
"And in case of a deal with you and your own camp, I'll publish the photo in general. And let your government explain it to the seven countries that made him a fugitive."
"Your choice." Thomas finished his business after that closing sentence. He stood up from his chair.
"I'll be waiting for news from you, 7 days now. You can contact me here. Good afternoon." The plain business card only contains a name, phone number and email. And Thomas walked out of the room.
He believes in 7 days he will get the deal and the information he needs now. Meanwhile Louis let out a long breath. He took his phone.
"Nathan we have a problem now."
"What problem?" Louis explained the arrival of the man who claimed the safety of the area. But definitely not.
"He can connect that on the basis that our data is inaccessible? You're not denying it?"
"Obviously I was beating him up, but he went straight into the part of how to prove it. And if we try to make a deal to that side, he'll make it an international incident that requires us to explain it to 7 countries and without asking for more debate he's gone, he's sure I'm dead step."
"I have to report to the boss. If he can make sure it won't concern us, we better wash our hands. Did he say we should get the money back?"
"No."
"Hmm.good. At least he doesn't trouble us. We're gonna threaten that woman. But all right, I'll report first."
In seven days. Louis made the last trace of the woman. The living moved in a mediterranean area with a luxurious private yatch in his last known pseudonym, name and identity, the name of his ship, less than half a month later he was caught.
But about Julie, that's something that needs to be discussed. Louis still had suspicions although it seemed that all the conditions put him in an unsuspected position.
"Nathan, you've met this woman." Louis gave me his picture.
"Hmm he's not an artist. I've met and talked once, I don't know at what show I've forgotten. If it's not wrong, the girl's family owns the hotel chain, it's not."
"Yes. You've met him...." He and Nathan met this girl, but once, it was obviously suspicious, why the two of them had both met her.
The girl did not contact him anymore strangely. He didn't call her either, if it's true that the girl's an assigned one. It would be too dangerous to continue giving him a consultant.
Louis kept his suspicions. For now he does not want to deal with England.
