“The more you prolong it, the more power you give him. It empowers him. You may think you’re buying yourselves time, but that’s what he’s manipulated you into believing.”

“Wouldn’t I? Aren’t we all seeking one genuine thrill in life?”

“Put me in his head. Help me end this. Help me put your nightmares to a rest. Set you and your daughter free.”

“I’ve never once believed in angels or demons…but you look angelic. Perhaps with a darker side as well.”

“We all have a story to tell, beautiful. Start with what’s on your mind.”

“Surprise me. Makes for better conversation.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m made of stronger stuff than that.

How about this? Maybe tell me something off the record. You talk, I’ll talk. That way we break the ice. Sound fair?”

“What I want?”

Few people had ever asked Bond such a question.

“I just…I want a moment in my life where everything’s calm. Sometimes the chaos in my life is overwhelming. It’s like drowning slowly. Swimming and swimming…never getting to the surface.”

“You know what they say about loose lips, darling.” Bond quipped, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I don’t talk easily.”

“No need to apologize. I’m quite enjoying the company.”

Bond smiled. The woman in front of him was mysterious…alluring. He wanted to know more.

“I welcome the assistance.” He replied.

“Between missions right now. And quite taken by such…pleasant distractions in front of me.”

“So…Miss Marshall…I presume there’s a reason for our encounter? In this business, I’ve learned that nothing ever happens as a result of mere chance. Perhaps we should lay our proverbial cards upon the table?”

Bond gestured for her to take a seat as he raised his glass.

“Here’s to reputations then. Better to leave an impression than to be forgotten.”

“Darling, you can watch me all day long.” He quipped, a cheeky grin on his face as he slid a glass forward.

“Care for a martini?”

“Just having a bit of fun, darling. I’ve read your file after all…”