James (Teumessian Trilogy Book 2) by Ana Elise Meyer Page A

getting antsy in the silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he said, turning to face the woman.
    “My name is Angela Turner and I am your representative from the Secret Service. While you are here, I am your contact. Everything you report to your bosses, you report to me.”
    James looked to Chessy and Greg. This was not what they were told back home, they were only to report to Ray and John.
    James looked back to Angela, “Yes, Ms. Turner, we understand.”
    Angela looked him up and down then back to the elevator door. It dinged, and the doors opened and they stepped out. They followed her down the hallway and to the large double doors with the US Seal on the doorway. She didn’t knock, she just opened the doors and walked in. It was a large open space with large glass windows lined at the back of the office. An open terrace sat behind the glass. They could see two men sitting there. Angela went straight toward the door to the terrace and opened it. The tall bald man sitting on the terrace stood up.
    “Calm down, Brandon, it’s just Angela,” the greying red haired man barked from his seat.
    Angela smiled as she walked toward the three men. “Ambassador, these are your new translators,” she said, gesturing her hand toward James, Greg, and Chessy.
    “Oh, I love new people! Come on over you three and have a seat. Brandon, sit down as well. We are having tea, or at least I think that is what this stuff is,” Huntsman said with a chuckle in his thick Texas accent.
    James smiled and walked straight over to the metal chairs that formed a circle around Huntsman. Chessy and Greg followed and took seats next to James. Huntsman looked straight to James.
    “I have names and information on each of you and by the looks of it, you must be James Gold.”
    James smiled, “Yes, sir.”
    “I had the honor of meeting your father once. He was quite a man.”
    James’s face lit up. He loved hearing people talk about his father.
    “And I heard even more positive things from others. He was never one to back down. If he wanted something, it was his. Are you as driven?”
    James was about to answer, but Huntsman interrupted, “Of course you must be. You are the youngest CIA agent in recent history. You must be driven.”
    Angela was upset, “Sir, they are translators, not CIA agents.”
    “Oh, relax, we are all up to speed here. They are my newest level of protection. I wish all of you would bring me up to speed by yourselves.” Huntsman glared back to Angela.
    “Sir, it is better you don’t know.”
    “Right, so I get Brandon here from the Secret Service and these three from the CIA. I didn’t realize I pissed anyone off that much,” Huntsman laughed.
    James smiled along, but Chessy and Greg sat silently.
    “Now you two must be the serious ones. We don’t do that here. You must learn to relax and enjoy. London is a beautiful city. You will love it here.”
    Chessy spoke for the first time, “Yes, sir.”
    “Now, you three get yourselves settled in. There is a party tonight at my home. I will expect all three of you to attend.” Huntsman looked to Chessy, “And please, my dear, find a dress. It is a black tie affair and I just won’t stand for a beautiful woman such as yourself wearing pants.”
    Chessy flashed a half smile. She was disgusted.
    Angela interrupted the conversation, “Sir, I will point her in the right direction.”
    “Very good, then. I will send a car for the three of you at 7pm. Be ready.”
    “Yes, sir.” James said with a smile. Chessy and Greg were silent.
    “Seriously lighten them up a bit would you,” Huntsman said with a laugh, patting James on the shoulder.
    “Please, follow me,” Angela said, gesturing for them to stand up.
    They followed Angela back to the lobby and out the front door. There, two cars were waiting. “Boys in one, girls in another. You two will go to your new residence. I will take Franchesca to get a suitable outfit for this evening.” Angela