KILLIAN'S POV
“You f*cking tricked me!” Vance yelled as the yacht left the marina.
“Calm down, Vance, I just wanted to spend time with you away from prying eyes. Since Arran moved in, I have not had the chance to be near you.”
I had planned the gateway and called Vance the minute he left the office. Maurice had eyes on him since he joined the agency for the internship. Thankfully, Arran was not with him.
“Director Vance, I need your help. I am at the marina and ran into some problems. I require you to come here right away.”
“What kind? Do you think I have nothing to do?” he had snapped.
“The kind that requires the assistance of the Director of the CIA before reporting,” I whispered.
I knew that Vance would not resist and rush to the marina as fast as he could. I chuckled at the thought and knew I would still get a scolding. When he arrived at the marina, he called my phone.
“Where the f*ck are you?”
“In the yacht,” I responded.