The asset shook his head hard as if to shake himself out of a trance. “No. I’m finished with this and with you,” he said, stepping away from her and storming off.
Aaliyah adjusted her dupatta, bringing the scarf closer to her brow, and watched him leave. What a shame. She had grown to like this one. He had no wife or children to threaten. If he carried through and quit, he would be eliminated by an ISI assassin before he left the country. She might have him eliminated anyway rather than risk him flipping once he was safely home in the US. All she had to do was put in a request, as easy as ordering paper for the office printer.
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