Monday 15th August
US Department of Homeland Security
The young woman looked up as the woman walked in, wearing her Dress uniform, her hat in place as she approached the desk.
“May I help you, Ma’am,” she asked as she looked over.
"My name is Eleanor Ball,” the officer replied, “I have an appointment to see Undersecretary Hunter."
The receptionist looked at her screen and smiled. "Ah yes Captain Ball, if I might see some identification please?"
"Certainly," Eleanor reached into her handbag and pulled out her ID card.
“Excellent – of you will take a seat, I will inform the Undersecretary you are here,” she said, Eleanor nodding as she sat in the leather chair.
The office was cold, clinical, but she knew that was the effect that had to be projected, as she heard a young man say “Captain Ball?” She looked at the intern, as he said “would you follow me please” and they made their way through the security gates, and along the corridors.
Eventually he opened a door with “Jefferson D Hunter” on the glass panel, Eleanor following through as he knocked on an inner door.
“Captain Ball to see you sir,” he said as he held the door open, Jefferson Hunter standing as he said “thank you Tony – Eleanor, please, come in.”
As tony closed the door, Jeff walked round and kissed Eleanor on both cheeks, saying “you look good – retirement must be suiting you.”
"It's been a while Jeff,” Eleanor said as she sat down, “how are Jacqueline and the family?"
"They are fine Eleanor, Deb just made me a grandfather...for the fifth time."
"Oh that makes me feel old Jeff, I remember her as a little girl herself." Eleanor shook her head.
“What about you? I’ve seen your picture in society pages with your son and his partner.”
“Oh I’m good – Adam and Jan are good, as are their family.”
"Anyway,” Jeff said as he sat down, “the reason I asked you to drop in..."
"You were a little vague Jeff."
"Well it's nothing really official Eleanor.” Sitting forward, he said “You remember Agnes McAdam from London don't you?"
"Indeed I do, and I recently had the pleasure of renewing my acquaintance with her at a wedding in Naples."
"Ah. Whose wedding?"
“Charlotte Gordon di Cambrello and Pietre van der Byl.”
“Ah the Marchesa’s daughter? That was a shock announcement in many ways…”
"Getting back to Dr McAdam though… Why do you ask Jeff?"
"Charles Gresham-Fox has asked me to look into her case."
"Now I get you,” Eleanor said as she sat back, “he wants us to review the bar on her getting a visa because of her criminal convictions?"
"Precisely," the government official leaned back in his chair, "what is your opinion Eleanor?"
"Well, for a start Aggie presents no risk to security, and we might even owe her a little for her aid in that affair I worked in London.”
“True – did you come clean with her?”
“I did – it was a weekend for admitting truths. Also, the Vatican has cleared her to see some of its most sensitive documents of the 20th century to help another friend, so that means something. Finally, just to add some icing if you like, if what I've heard over the weekend is true, she'll soon be the wife of Britain's ambassador in Paris."
“Lord Fitzstuart is married.”
“Widowed – you need to check your UK briefings.”
"I see… So you think we can and should grant her a visa waiver?"
"I do Jeff." Eleanor smiled, "and given that she's advising one of our country’s biggest companies in Torware, I think there are many justifications for doing so."
“Very well then – I’ll arrange for her to be invited to the London Embassy for a formal interview and visa grant. So, what else are you doing today?”
“Checking some facts for the same friend – her great aunt was Dr Jane Huntingdown.”
“The criminologist – in what context?”
Jefferson nodded as he said “she was at the OSS for a while – and it was rumoured she was connected to YY, but nothing ever proven. Good luck.”
Complete Style Magazine
Kylie smiled as she stepped out onto the editorial floor, wearing a sleeveless blue blouse and shorts, with white heels, and looked round. She then walked towards the Lair, opening the large doors as Casey walked past.
“Hey Kylie – back home for a while?”
“Indeed darling,” Kylie said with a smile, “is Merlin in residence?”
“She’s in the back – but I better warn you, Alice is there as well.”
“Not a problem, darling,” Kylie said as she walked slowly along to the viewing table, hearing Mary Thomas say “Ai – that one, that one and that one?”
“Agreed” Alice said as Kylie joined them, “now to ask the question that has not been asked yet.”
“Very philosophical of you, Mary darling?”
“Kylie,” Mary said as she and Alice turned round, “just the young lady we wish to see. Got a little job for you?”
“Nothing heavy or strenuous,” Alice said with a smile, “and we’ll be by your side all the way?”
“And the task is?”
Mary and Alice looked at you, before Alice said “to do a photo shoot for some of your designs?”
“I am flattered darling – and who do you have in mind to wear them?”
“Well…” Mary leaned back on the table, smiled and said “you.”
The staff walking past heard the clear North London shout of “Ye’re freaking jokin!”…
3 pm BST
“Good afternoon Dame Margaret,” Jack Doherty said as he opened the door, “Princess Juliette is waiting in the tea rooms.”
“Thanks Jack,” Margaret Harker said as she walked through, smiling as she saw Juliette sitting at a table.
“Maggie – thanks for joining me,” Juliette said as she stood to greet her friend, “sit down, I’ll get some coffee brought over.”
“Thanks – it’s been one of those days,” Maggie said with a smile, “so how did it go at the Records Office?”
“Intriguing – a lot of the stuff is redacted, but it is clear Jane Huntingdown worked as some sort of liaison between intelligence groups in the Allies, as well as for this YY group.”
“Did the records say anything about who was involved?”
“No names are visible, but the dates and locations of some of the dispatches do confirm she spent a lot of time in Italy after Mussolini fell. I’m hoping Agnes can corroborate that when we talk tomorrow. One thing is certain – she and Sandy’s great aunt were more than mere secretaries.”
“You know the full story may never come out?”
“True – but I think I have enough…”
Complete Style Magazine
Anna Mitchell laughed as she entered her office, Marina looking up as she said “what’s funny?”
“Did you hear the explosion in Merlin's cave Marina?"
"No,” Marina said as she sat back, “but several people have told me about it Anna. I did warn them…"
"I know you warned them how Kylie might react if we asked her to model some of her own creations."
"I did," Marina said as she picked her mug up and sipped her coffee, "modelling doesn't exactly fit Kylie's self image."
"Agreed, but I think she has enough going on that she won't look totally out of place doing so."
"Did you talk to Susan about it as her legal guardian boss?"
"Yes I did, and I rang her mother in London, both of them think that as long as she wants to do it then its fine with them."
"And did you ask Gio?"
"I did, and yes he says he'd love to photograph her."
“Well, we’ll get her mother and aunt over as well – make it a real family affair…”
"Oh that's one shoot I'd pay to see," Pepsi giggled as she looked at her phone.
"What is darling?" Mandy drawled as she looked over.
"CS have asked Kylie to pose for a shoot wearing some of her own designs Mandy."
"They have darling?" Mandy looked amused. "As you say I think I might even pay to see that myself."
"See what?" Will asked.
"CS have asked Kylie to model some of her own creations," Mandy stood up and kissed her husband. "Enjoy the day?"
"Very much so, and as you say that might be a sight to see." Will grinned as he said, "and talking of modelling, are you, Grace, and the others set for tomorrow?"
“Well, it must be done, and then we need to think of preparing for the Christening darling.” Mandy then looked serious as she said “did Donald talk to you?”
“He did, and he’s talked to Victoria and Archie – they’ve agreed the cremation and internment plan.”
“Good – with luck, we can do that in a few weeks…”
The New House
"Have you seen the papers and the television news Aggie?" Donald said as Agnes came back into the drawing room.
"I have Donald," Agnes said as she sat down, "to be honest I rather expected it to be a lot bigger story."
"It doesn't exactly profit anyone to look too closely darling," Donald replied quietly as he sat down and kissed her. "Given the political situation the government would rather it all went away quietly, and none of her family and friends has much interest in having the media rake over the coals."
"No, most people just want to forget."
"So how was your day?"
"Most of it was rather routine, I spent most of it going over estate matters with Rory and Sheilagh, but I just got a surprise telephone call."
"Oh,” Donald said with a smile, “and what was that?"
"An invite from the American Embassy to come in for an interview with regards to my status vis-a-vis getting a visa."
“Really? Well, if they are inviting you, it is a step forward. When?”
“I’ll fly down Tuesday – I have to meet with Juliette anyway, so I’ll kill two birds with one stone as it were. Can you take care of Laura and Miley that day?”
“I’ll get Mandy to invite them to Kilcraig for the day,” Donald said with a smile.
"He did what?" John Gaunt asked as he sat in the parlour with the other girls.
"While you and so many others went shooting perfectly innocent birds darling, Jimmy gave us all some dance lessons." Kits smiled.
"And it was actually huge fun," Eve added.
"Tiring, but fun," Miley added her opinion.
"In a way I'm sad I missed it," John gave Kits a kiss.
"He even knows a lot of Scottish dances," Aileen said as she finished her lemonade.
"So hopefully come Friday night we won't look too bad for the thing Agnes is giving for the tenants and the other local people," Laura said as she sat down.
“Oh you wouldn’t do that anyway - promise you,” Kit said with a smile.
8 pm BST
“It is good to be back again,” Maisha said as she walked into her home, “shall I make some coffee?”
“Please,” John said as he put the bags down, and paid the taxi driver. “Shirley?”
“I need to make a call, start to let some people know,” Shirley said with a smile as she hung her coat up, and went into the main room, smiling as she sat down and took her phone out.
“Yes, it was a wonderful wedding. Listen – can you call round to the office tomorrow, say at about 3? I need to discuss a matter with you…”
West Central Park
“Calmed down a bit now,” Marina said as she and Kylie came into the apartment.
“A little darling – it just came as a complete shock to me.”
“I guessed - by all reports Tottenham Kyles made a dramatic reappearance.”
“She did – but I was soon back to normal. Did Anna say anything?”
“Gio will do the shoot – so it might be time for your mum and aunt to visit us.”
“Just in time to see me in my new uniform, darling? That should be an entertaining week…”
“Anyway, I think we’ve got some chicken and vegetables – how does Chow Mein sound?”
The Richmond Home
Heather stopped outside Sand’s door and knocked lightly, saying “can I come in?”
“Sure,” Sands called out as Heather opened the door, seeing the young teenager in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
“I wanted to see how you were feeling,” Heather said as she closed the door, “now that Holly has gone back to the city.”
Sands smiled quietly as she said “I still miss her, but I know she needs to spend time with Tommy now, and I’m not going to stand in her way with that. We’ll catch up again in a few weeks, I’m sure.”
“You’ve come a long way this summer, young Padwan,” Heather said as she kissed her young charge’s head.
“Have I? I suppose so,” Sands said quietly, “but I do miss her.”
“I know – so what are you going to do this weekend in Germany?”
“Well, Tommy and Holly are not coming, so it won’t be so bad – and then I have school again.”
“Well, just remember your mom and I are here if you need to talk.”
“Thanks,” Sands said as Heather stood up. “Heather – should I tell the other girls?”
“Well, Katy already knows – and we can trust her to keep a secret. What about the other four?”
Sands sat for a moment, and then shook her head. “No – I may just keep quiet about that for now. If they ask, I’ll think about what to do then.”
Tuesday 16th August
11 am BST
“Those are just SO stylish and classic,” Pepsi watched as Mandy and Angel posed in the vintage inspired tweeds, “they are just what I always imagined ladies did wear in places like this.”
“You watch too many historical shows my love,” Jack said with a smile as he put his arm round her.
“I love English Literature and History as well…things like that inspire me. And unlike you Jack Fitzstuart I wasn’t born to all this, so I don’t take it for granted.”
“I take your point,” Jack paused, “are you going to be okay for Germany?”
“Do you mean have I got my head round the fact that I’m going to be a prince’s godmother yet?”
Pepsi siled as she said “that I just keep telling myself that Rudi is the son of Cari and Annie and that they are both simply friends. I’m trying to ignore the titles.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Jack laughed as Grace and Olivia joined the group with Fiona.
“Darling, will the budget stretch to you buying this for me?” Mandy shouted to Will as she nodded down at the outfit she had on.
“I guess so. We just need to sell more jumpers with Alice.”
Xavier International, New York
“Alright what is there that I MUST do before I fly to Europe on Friday?” Susan asked as she looked round the room.
“I need a decision on hiring new staff for my department.”
“I need approval on those equipment purchases.”
“We need you to sign off…”
“Alright I get the picture,” Susan laughed as she interrupted, “there is a lot on my plate.”
“We also need to finalise some agreements for the special training course,” Sandra said as she looked at her pad.
“True – we can discuss that later. Tamera, come and see me at eleven to discuss the staffing requests…”
3 pm BST
“I looked at the notes you sent me of what you discovered yesterday Eleanor. Thank you for doing that research for me it confirms so much that I’d suspected.” Juliette looked at her computer screen and smiled at the sight of her friend sitting on the deck of her house with Chesapeake Bay in the background.
“Well it’s clear that she and her friend Annabel Rockland both spent the war undercover, and were very involved in the activities of the YY group.”
“As you say, it is pretty obvious,” Juliette paused, “I know that both the British and US authorities will want to keep some of this secret, but I’m hoping that I’ll be allowed to reveal at least a few of the operations they were involved in.”
“I can’t see why they really should. This was over 70 years ago after all.”
“Well I’m keeping my fingers crossed.”
“With my being Jewish, does crossing mine count?”
“I’m not sure Eleanor,” Juliette laughed. “Anyway while I head back into the archives this afternoon what plans do you have for your day?”
“Beyond meeting Veronica for lunch? then not much. We will probably go do some shopping so neither of us looks too out of place at a certain royal christening.”
“I can’t imagine which one,” Juliette said with a smile. “I meet Aggie tomorrow to see what I can learn from the Vatican papers, but it already looks amazing…”
“Did you enjoy your shooting Madame?” Penny asked on the secure computer link.
“Very much so,” Shirley smiled, “though I discovered the difference between merely being a good shot and being a great one like Tom Lardarn. I was next to him in the line and I swear he didn’t miss a bird all day.”
“A couple of people told me over the weekend how excellent he is.”
“Anyway before Sandra arrives, and we meet John for dinner, what news do you have?”
“All quiet here – Lily is debriefing her team, and a full report will be on your desk tomorrow.”
“Good,” Shirley said as Amanda buzzed the intercom.
“Miss Kirk is here, Shirley.”
“Okay – bring her in and bring some coffee. Penny, we will talk tomorrow.”
“Until then Madame,” Penny said as she ended the call, and Amanda showed Sandra in. Shirley was wearing a light blue dress, her jacket on the rack, while Sandra was wearing a red jumper and dark skirt.
“Sandy – thanks for meeting me today. I trust you have your evening clear today?”
“As you requested – but why?”
“We’re having dinner with John Jacobs at the Dorchester – but before then, I want to discuss the training schedules for some new recruits…”
Saks, 5th Avenue
“Well, here we go again,” Erica said as she, Denice, Eva and Melinda walked into the Schools department.
“No supermodels lurking are there,” Denice said with a smile.
“Good morning Miss Burton,” the dark haired department manager said, “it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“And to see you Louise,” Denice smiled, “you know it seems impossible to think that it’s a year since we were last here doing this.”
“I know, time flies.” Denice and Eva were wearing jumpers ad slacks, while Melinda and Erica wore shorts and blouses.
“That’s true,” Denice said with a shake of her head. “Anyway - I have a couple of people for you to meet. This is Eva Eckholm and her daughter Melinda. Melinda is this year’s winner of the Kirkham.”
“Hello,” Louise smiled, “it’s nice to meet both of you.”
“And you,” Eva said as she looked round, “St Angela’s said we needed to come in and see about Mel’s uniforms.”
“Of course,” Louise looked Melinda up and down. “It looks like I’m going to continue needing to order in long blazers at least for a few years.”
“Yep,” Erica laughed, “Mel is yet another girl that I’m going to get a crick in my neck looking upwards at.”
“Just face it, you are short Bones,” another voice was heard behind them.
“Well compared to you and Mel I am Poppy,” Erica turned and smiled at her friend.
“Hello Eva, hi Denice,” Pippa said as she kissed her friends, “while Louise and the girls do their thing, can I tempt you both to coffee?”
“That sounds an idea to me.”
“First rule of Angel’s moms,” Denice said, “all is solved over coffee…”
“So what’s up?” Pippa asked as the three women sat down.
“Well, Eva and Mel are staying with us for a few days whilst Sarah has the soccer squad doing intensive training.”
“I think I heard Poppy mention that.”
“It means that while my daughter and her teammates practice, I’ve been buying bits for her new room, and getting a lot of her school supplies sorted.” Eva said as she took a sip.
“Well that sounds a good idea to me Eva.” Pippa nodded. “So do you think it’s going to work out her staying with Denice and Erica?”
“I think so. It’s going to help that she and Erica have so much in common in their intellectual interests.”
“Even if my daughter hates soccer,” Denice laughed.
“Well mostly the same interests,” Eva laughed.
“I know you won’t make the Friday Coffee Clutch,” Erica said, “but I hope you do get to come to some of the events and parties.”
“Oh yeah – the parties,” Pippa said, “who has the honour of hosting the Halloween party this year?”
“Still to be decided…”
8 pm BST
Alain Ducasse at the Dorchester
“That Foie Gras was amazing,” John Jacobs said as the plates were cleared, and the waiters brought out the caviar and crackers.
“This must be important for you to bring us here,” Sandra said as Shirley smiled.
"Well I'm not going to complain about an invitation to eat at such a wonderful restaurant Shirley,” John said as he adjusted his tie, “but I have to ask myself why you've done so."
Shirley wiped her lips and put her napkin back before she looked at the other two. "I have some important news I want to tell you Uncle John, and I thought that this made a great place for me to tell you and Sandra."
"Now you have me very intrigued Shirley," Sandra spread a little caviar and put it in her mouth.
“So what is this vital news,” John said as he sipped his wine.
"Last Saturday morning," Shirley took a deep breath, "John asked me to marry him...and I accepted."
John and Sandra looked at each other as John slowly put his glass down. “Did I hear you correctly,” he said, “John and you are engaged?”
“Yes, yes we are,” Shirley said as she drank from her own glass.
"Oh that is amazingly good news," John grinned from ear to ear, as he first stood, and then leaned over and kissed her.
"It is WONDERFUL news," Sandra hugged her old friend, "and if I might say so, long since overdue."
“Thank you – both of you,” Shirley said as she blushed.
"So have you set a date yet?"
"No, we've vaguely talked about having a wedding just before Christmas, but nothing firm yet."
"Alright,” John said, “just let me know when you have decided and I'll put it on my calendar."
“Hell, I’ll clear the week,” Sandy said with a smile, “and so will quite a few people I suspect.
"Thank you Uncle John, Sandy," Shirley said before she paused, "I do have one date for you though, we are proposing to have a party in New York in a couple of weeks where we will tell everyone."
"So keep this a secret till then Shirley?
"Please Sandra, can I beg you not even to tell Maddie, I want to tell her in person first."
“And when do you plan to do that?”
“Before I go to bed tonight…”
"I understand. So, will this be here or in the US?"
“As I said, no idea – yet…”
4 pm PT
“Maddie – Skype call from London,” Emma called out as Maddie came into their apartment.
“Who is it,” she said as she came in to see her wife seated in front of the coffee table.
“Hey Maddie – I tried the office, but they said you had already left.”
“Shirley – is everything all right? It’s midnight where you are?”
“I know but there was something I had to ask both you and Emma.”
“Okay,” Maddie said as she sat down, “and that is?”
“Can you come to New York in a couple of weeks – John and I are going to host a party, and we want all out friends to be there.”
“Well, I suppose we could,” Emma said, “but what’s the occasion? John going to make an honest woman of you?”
As both women looked at the screen, Shirley just smiled and nodded.
“Oh my GOD! He asked you?”
“And I said yes Maddie – only a few other people know for certain. Ju, Catriona, Agnes, John, Sandy – and now you two, so please, don’t tell anyone else.”
“Well, I presume Maisha knows as well,” Emma said with a smile, “and she gets to be a bridesmaid.”
“Yes, and yes, but we need to decide where and when first. Hopefully, by the time we announce it publicly, we’ll know, but Emma – we want you and the girls to play at the wedding once we have date and venue sorted.”
“Let me know when you know,” Emma said with a smile, “and congratulations.”
“Right – I’ll let you sleep now. See you in a few weeks,” Shirley said as she ended the call.
“I wonder if Vanessa had a book?”
“Find out in two weeks,” Emma said as she stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Champagne of course…”
Wednesday 17th August
10 am BST
"Did Shirley fly you down Agnes?" Juliette asked as they sat in her suite.
"She did,” Agnes said as she sat down, adjusting her tweed skirt, “I have to say I envy having her own plane like that."
"So do I... That's a luxury though that I'm not sure even Klaus's and my joint budget can stretch to."
"She was going to see both John Jacobs and Sandra last night to tell them in person about her and John getting engaged."
"I know how close she is to both of them, I think its lovely that she wants to tell them in person like this."
"Anyway if I can change topics,” Juliette said with a smile, “what can you tell me that was in all those lovely Vatican documents that I’m barred from seeing?"
"Some pretty amazing things,” Agnes said as she shook her head, “even I wasn't quite prepared for a lot of what I read, but your Aunt certainly had a distinguished wartime career Juliette."
"The more I research her, the more obvious that's becoming."
"My big question is how do you want the answers to your questions. I can give you a handwritten report, or I can put it all on a computer file."
"Well, which is easier for you Agnes?"
"Handwritten, but given the complaints over the years from people that my handwriting is unintelligible, I suspect I had better put it all on the computer," Aggie giggled.
"That might be easier," Juliette joined in the laughter. “So, can you give me the highlights?”
“Essentially – yes, she was the unofficial liaison between the Holy See and US intelligence, and had a hand in the conference that determined how the peace would be maintained after the fall of Il Duce. She also seems to have spent time in France and the Lowlands before D-Day.”
“One of the women parachuted in?”
“Indeed – but I’ll see what I can tell you. Ah, thank you,” Agnes said as the coffee was poured.
“So what else have you planned before you fly back tonight?”
“I need to go into the school, and do a few things - and then I have an appointment at Grosvenor Square.”
“The US embassy?”
1 pm BST
“Agnes,” Kathy said as she saw the older woman coming into the office standing up and hugging her as she said “I heard the news. What was she doing where you were?”
“Trying to hurt me – and failing,” Agnes said as she looked round. “How have things been in my absence?”
“No problem – are Laura and Miley having fun up there?”
“Oh yes – and there’s something I need to tell you about both of them. You know their place in Paddington?”
“Yeah – Laura gave me a spare set of keys for safety.
“Good – I want you to go and make sure everything is all right, and they have some food and things in. They’re going to be moving soon.”
“Oh – where to?”
“To live with me – I’m adopting them Kathy. They’ll still come to the school for the time being, but I want to make sure they have what they deserve.”
“The kids will be so jealous – but they deserve it,” Kathy said with a smile. “While you’re here, want to check the latest deliveries?”
3 pm BST
Agnes thanked the security guard as he showed her into the compound, and she walked to the entrance he indicated, looking round as he did so. Entering the building, she walked up to the reception desk.
“Good afternoon, Madame,” the girl sitting there said in a California accent, “how may I help you today?”
“Hello I'm Agnes McAdam, I'm supposed to be seeing someone called Richard McAdam from your consular section, am I in the right part of the building?"
"You are," the receptionist said as she looked at her computer screen. "Hmmmm he's running a few minutes late, can you wait?"
“Of course,” Agnes said as she sat in the leather chairs, flipping through the copy of Time Magazine.
Agnes looked up to see a tall, well built man with a blonde buzzcut. “Richard McAdam,” he said as he held his hand out, Agnes standing and shaking it. “If you will come with me?”
Agnes nodded as they walked down some corridors, and then entered an office, Richard indicating a chair for Agnes as he sat at the other side of the desk.
“May I first say, it is an honour to finally meet the McAdam of McAdam,” Richard said as he looked over the desk.
"I'm a member of the McAdam Clan Association back home Dr McAdam,” Richard said with a smile, “and it is a genuine honour it is to meet you in person."
"Thank you,” Agnes said with a smile, “and it's always a pleasure meeting members of our clan."
"Well I'm hoping that if we can get this all cleared up today, one of the things you'll be able to do is come over and address our clan gathering next spring."
"It's something I'd very much like to do Richard."
"And maybe bring the black flag for people to see?"
"Of course." Agnes smiled.
"So,” Richard said, “can I ask beyond giving your clansmen the honour of your presence why you will be wanting to visit the US?"
"Can I say that my first trip would be to attend a party?"
"Oh?" Mr McAdam lifted an eyebrow.
"Yes, a friend got engaged last weekend, she makes her home partly in New York city and she'll be having her engagement party there."
"Ah I understand," the man smiled.
"But I'm also anticipating having to travel on business at times."
"You are an economist?"
"I am, and I'm doing some consultancy work for Torware, and I'm hoping that in the future other companies might want to make use of my expertise."
“And your – shall we say, past employment?”
“Is in the past – I can provide the legal papers if need be.”
“I also understand congratulations may be in order?”
“Well,” Agnes said with a blush, “we have a funeral to attend to first, but hopefully after that…”
“Do you have your passport with you?”
Agnes nodded as she handed it over, Richard nodding as he looked at it and then took out a stamp.
“It gives me great pleasure, Dr McAdam, to confirm that you have been granted a Visa to allow you to visit the United States, with immediate effect,” he said as he stamped her passport, and signed the form that was imprinted on the page. “And I do look forward to finally seeing you at the gathering next year.”
“Thank you,” Agnes said as a tear started to form, “I need to ask – I am in the process of adopting two young girls. If they wish to come?”
“Complete the ESTA form on line, with their passport numbers, and give your visa number. There will be no problem.”
Handing over her passport, Richard stood and offered his hand again. “Good luck,” he said as Agnes took his hand, “let me show you out.”