Chapter 8

“Here,” Salome said, handing the glass of wine to Jamie. He accepted it gratefully and took a sip from the glass. She sat between his legs and placed her head on his chest. Taking a sip from her glass, she smacked her lips and stared at the television set blankly. “Seems things are getting worse,” she said in a soft tone.

“Right. President Storm is an extremely stubborn man,” Jamie responded, unable to hide his disgust.

“What would you have him do? Hand the staff over to the Egyptians? We both know that the Crystallon is not only a rare metal, but it has extreme value. It will increase our country’s revenue,” Salome explained.

“At the expense of the citizens? This is war, Salome.”

“I don’t think so,” she countered. She took another sip of the wine, ran her tongue over her bottom lip, and rubbed her chin softly, gently scratching an itch.

“You see nothing wrong in this?” Jamie asked, aghast.

“All I’m saying is, the Egyptians might as well be tellin