At the time, Raf was being bumped up a chain of command like the problem he was.“…sef,” said a whisper in Raf’s head.“Captain Yousef.” Raf offered his hand.The man looked pleased to be remembered but slightly embarrassed all the same. “Major Yousef, Excellency. I’ve been promoted.”“Congratulations. For services rendered…?”Major Yousef looked more embarrassed still. He obviously didn’t think it was appropriate to explain what Raf already knew. The major had come to the General’s attention by refusing to take responsibility for deporting Ashraf Bey as an undesirable and been promoted because this turned out to be a wise decision…the fact this promotion had been over the head of older men, including a senior captain the General disliked intensely was, of course, not to be mentioned.“Coffee?” Raf asked, as Le Trianon’s headwaiter materialized from within the café. “Or perhaps mint tea?”“Neither, I’m afraid, Your Excellency.” The major nodded towards the waiting Bentley.
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