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Three weeks had gone by since they had first found out about the cell in Lutton. The Brit had been grinding his teeth for three weeks as well. He was beginning to wonder if the Pakistani government hadn’t allowed them in just to rub their noses in it. As long…

Margret pulled up Kent’s calendar and looked at the last three weeks. What an MBA, she thought. He had studiously filled his calendar with bullshit entries leaving only fifteen minutes open here and there. Margret was all too familiar with this tactic. To seem important you had to “look” busy…