Free Code Name: Red Rock by Taylor Lee Page B

of course.” Walker gestured to the sandy-haired man sitting across from him. “Millie, this is an American colleague of mine. Stanley Hughes came in from New York to attend an important meeting tonight.”
    He studied her for a moment and then persisted. “Mr. Hughes thinks it is critical that we document tonight’s discussion. I tend to agree. Given the thieving bastards we’re meeting with, it will be good to have a record that they can’t deny.”
    Walker’s frown deepened as he regarded Jesse and then gave a dismissing shrug.
    “Hell, I’ve always believed that Miss Ambrose can do anything. We’ll put her to the test.”
    He punched the speaker on his desk and bellowed, “Shirley, come in if you will please.”
    The tall thin woman who appeared in the doorway looked as though lemons were her only nourishment. Her face lacked even the semblance of smile lines around her eyes and mouth. In contrast her frown looked as though it were set in stone. Her gray-streaked hair was caught in an unyielding bun at the nape of her neck. Not a strand dared to escape. Her impeccable attire contrasted sharply with Jesse’s shambled appearance.
    “Yes, sir. What do you need?”
    Walker smirked. “Shirley, I need your best. We agree that Miss… whatever her name is… needs to come to the meeting tonight and be our scribe.”
    At his assistant’s shocked gasp, Walker waved a dismissive hand.
    “Don’t worry. We’ll find a corner to tuck her in. But she has to be presentable. Order up an ensemble that will help her fit in. And bugger the price. We need her to look as though she belongs with us.”
    Several hours later, Miss Ambrose called Jesse into her office
    Hanging on a hook on the back of the door was a garment bag marked auspiciously with the elite Harrods insignia. A large shopping bag with the same logo stood on the floor.
    Miss Ambrose’s lip curved slightly in what Jesse presumed was as close to an approximation of a smile as she would get.
    With a prim nod, the unpleasant crow gestured to the clothing bags.
    “At least you will wear the kind of clothes he prefers,” she sniffed. “He does have a ‘type.’ Be sure and use the makeup that is in the small bag. And for God’s sake, do something with your hair.”
    Jesse picked up the large shopping bag and reached for the garment bag. She turned her back knowing that her disdainful expression could give her away.
    “Thank you so much, Miss Ambrose. I appreciate your help more than you can imagine.”
    The martinet stared at her through narrowed eyes as if measuring her.
    “I presume you know your correct clothing sizes or you will look even more ridiculous in these expensive clothes than you do now. Just be sure that you look presentable and that you stay quietly in the corner. Remember, you are there as a secretary, essentially a servant. Do not speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Jesse hesitated. “Where… where am I supposed to change? To get dressed?”
    The haughty despot almost gave herself away with what could have passed for a genuine smile if it weren’t for the malice in her eyes.
    “You can use Mr. Walker's dressing room. It is well equipped with everything you could possibly need.” She spat the words. “Mr. Walker designed it himself.”
    Carrying her treasures, Jesse went into the dressing room through a private entrance. She was careful to keep her expression impassive. She’d learned the first day she infiltrated the operation, that not only was her new ‘boss’ a traitor to his country, he was a freak. His perverted proclivities became a central part of her team’s planning. Along with more mirrors than Jesse had ever seen, Walker had appointed his dressing room with innumerable hidden cameras. Knowing that everything she did in the next hour would become part of the slimy voyeur’s private collection, Jesse determined that she would put on a show the despicable man was unlikely to