I changed into jeans and a T-shirt after making arrangements with Benson to have a dinner party for thirty Saturday Night.
After running downstairs, I found Alex relaxing in the living room.
“I heard you’re having a dinner party,” he said. “Did the meeting go well?”
I froze for a moment, unsure how he would feel about what I had done.
“I had to fire Tim Clayton,” I finally said.
“It’s just as well,” Alex said reassuringly. “He was one of John Cameron’s best spies.”
“I thought you would be upset because you hired him,” I said.
“Not at all,” Alex said. “I’m sure you had your reasons for firing Tim. And I consider him no loss.”
I threw my arms around Alex’s neck and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad you understand.”
“It’s fine.” He noticed my purse hanging over my shoulder. “Are you
