Chapter 42: In Which He Tells The Truth

Isla was currently sitting in a huge leather office chair at the CIA headquarters, tightly clutching onto Alexander's jacket that was wrapped around her as she bed sat there in her wedding dress.

Alexander was off to get some paperwork done, it was taking him a long time since Isla had been sitting there for the last hour, her leg bouncing up and down anxiously as the headquarters was busy and bring with people left and right, all working.

Plus, there was this guy who had been sitting on the desk, right beside her, asking her all sorts of questions and answering them was the last thing she felt Like doing at that moment but she still did, seeing no other choice.

To her utter relief though, Alexander finally returned at that moment, seemingly with a sandwich and bottled water in his hand.

Alexander could dearly see how uncomfortable and out of place Isla looked sitting there, but they were soon gonna get out of there.

"Bugger off Stevenson" he said,