Who: Mercedes Palmer and Jacqueline Legrand What: Mercedes wants to know what Camelot achieved during the Agency break-in, Jacqueline has the answers (for a price, of course) When: 10/14 midafternoon Where: Harvard Square, Boston
Mercedes had, as agreed upon, given Jacqueline some time to be with her family and get over the inevitable jet lag, and hadn't taken a flight out to Boston herself until Tuesday morning, via her father's private jet. She considered being able to come and go sa she pleased one of the advantages of not having to work for a living (although if Ellie truly had her way 100%, she'd already be backstabbing her way through the world of politics, but this didn't quite appeal to her yet) and had made plans to stop over in New York for a day or two after her business in Boston had been completed. Well, not really plans, but she knew from experience that when you had the right amount of zeros scribbled down on a check, any hotel would swing open its doors for you no matter how much they may profess to be filled-up.
She had called the number Jacqueline had given her shortly after she had settled into her hotel room, setting up a specific time to meet and, when that time rolled around, she was already there, standing outside a cafe in Harvard Square, waiting. As usual, she was garbed in designer from head-to-foot (or, more specifically, the Dior sunglasses that shielded her eyes from the bright afternoon sun to the Prada knee-high boots on her feet), her dark hair falling in soft waves down to her shoulders, the wad of promises cash tucked safely into a hidden pocket in the purse that hung from her arm. She made a pretty picture to look at, although anyone who knew what she was really like, they would've said it was nothing more than a charming facade masking a malicious soul.