Jason drove the BMW out of the financial district, merging smoothly onto the highway. Ethan, now officially a multi-millionaire with a Black Card and a submissive new agent, felt the weight of his old life finally lift.
He was examining the two identical Pinnacle Black Cards Lena had given him when his secure device vibrated. The caller ID showed an unlisted number from the MIT area.
"Answer that, Champion," the System immediately urged. [It's the secretary who showed you her ass! She probably wants a piece of that glorious cock you were dangling in her face!]
Ethan rolled his eyes internally. He tapped the screen, putting the device to his ear. "Hello?"
Laura's voice was clear, slightly breathless, and deeply alluring. "Mr. Blake? This is Laura. Dean Sinclair's secretary. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
"Not at all, Laura," Ethan replied smoothly. "Did you manage to find the pen you dropped?"
