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The doors to Waverly’s conference room opened with a quiet ‘whoosh’ and in strolled Napoleon Solo, flanked by his Russian partner.
“Gentlemen, thank you for being prompt.” The Old Man’s attention returned to the auburn-haired woman seated across from him.
“Miss Dancer, I’ll expect your report upon arrival in London. Now Dismissed.”
April dressed in a tight-fitting yellow mini-dress and matching boots stood. Slowly walking to the door, she flashed a coy smile.
The effects of her swaying hips were hypnotic as three necks craned to watch her.
“Brrrhummhumm, yes quite,” Waverly coughed, hoping the others hadn’t noticed his gawking.
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