Hyatt shot him a side glance and coughed lightly to cover it.
âCarlow, do you know Miss Glyn as well?â Hyatt asked.
Carlowâs eyes twinkled with amusement.
âJust met her recently,â he replied.
âPerfect! You can ask her directly then, Hyatt said with a pointed look.
âSheâs the boss of our company.
If she approves, she has the final say.
â
Carlow glanced at Hyatt and casually picked up his cup.
âSo, Miss Glyn,â he said casually, âcare to join us for dinner?â
âThank you, but I have friends waiting for me.
You two go ahead,â
Karina declined politely.
Turning to Hyatt, she added, âBusiness isnât my forte, Hyatt.
You handle it.
â
Hyatt nodded.
âAlright.
â
âEnjoy your meal.
Iâll excuse myself first.
â
âSee you around.
â
As Karina left the room, Hyatt let out a long sigh.
âYou had me worried there,â he said.
Carlow chuckled and refilled his cup.
âCome on, youâre a top intelligence officer.
Youâve seen the worst.
â
Hyatt took a noncommittal sip of his tea.
âYou arenât planning to tell her your true identity, are you?â
Carlow poured himself some more tea, enjoying a sip.
âIt isnât time yet,â Hyatt said.
Hyatt stood tall.
âCarlow, the higher-ups gave you a new ID to blend in.
Weâll handle the next jobs, so please just take a step back.
â
Putting his cup down, Carlow grinned.
âThank you, but am I not already blending in?â
He was the very Barlow who, in the eyes of the world, was supposed to be dead, after all.
After having been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, Blair, his handler, had placed his people there.
He had been clinging to life by a thread.
It was sheer luck that he had been snatched back from deathâs door and saved.
Blair had then decided he needed to vanish completely and he did this by faking his death.
In a secret operation, he was sent abroad, underwent minor facial adjustments by a surgeon, and was then assigned a new name and identity.