His friend didn’t waste time on a greeting. “What was that about?” “I was with someone.” “So I figured. Who?” He explained the issue of Ms. Collette Piper Banks and how she’d stumbled across their private organization, as his friend traveled from his office on the twelfth floor to Jude’s on the fourteenth. When he reached his door, he said, “I’m here.” The call disconnected and the door opened. “Well, she can’t stay without an endorsement, Jude. You know the rules. You wrote them.” Flexing his fingers in the air, Jude made a sound of annoyance. “I know. And typically I don’t have the urge to bend rules. You know how particular I am, but this woman . . . I don’t know what it is about her.” “I’m amazed she discovered us online like that. We need to dismantle that link.” “Already handled. I sent Aaron an e-mail with the link before I called you.”
