Once again, he arrived in Washington.
As he walked out of the airport, he saw Lautrey waiting by the roadside. Because he'd come in such a hurry, he had neither bodyguards nor a reception, and had hastily recruited a sturdy young woman to act as his driver.
"Hello, Mr. Pierre. Where are we headed? To the hotel, or...?"
Actually, when she received Pierre's call, Lautrey was quite surprised. Although she was the liaison between the Defense Supply Company and him and they had a lot of business dealings, they rarely contacted each other directly; most of the time, communication went through secretaries.
But this time seemed different.
Well, since she was the driver, she had to do her job properly.
"Hmm…"
After thinking for a moment, Pierre glanced at the young woman in front of him and asked,
"Do you have any plans for tonight?"
"What?"
The girl's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the man nervously. Just as she was about to say something, he continued,
