"That wasn't so bad," Denise said from beside me.
I didn't answer her for a few seconds, continuing to indulge in the sights outside as the car drove.
It was already evening, so all the billboards were lit, there were several cars on the road, and a heavy bustle on the streets.
"Yeah, it wasn't."
"The man is a lot more chill than I thought."
"Careful not to let your guard down, though," Denise warned.
"Don't worry, I properly read his stance."
Satisfied with my awareness, Denise nodded, turning back to her pad, while I looked ahead.
"Nadia!!"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Jamie Dimon. What do you know about him?"
"Who's that?"
"Jamie Dimon."
"I... don't know who you're talking about, Sir."
"When I was out waiting for Sky at the back of the station, you came looking for me and found me talking with a man smoking a cigar. Remember now?"
Having described the scene so vividly, I expected an immediate "Yes" from Nadia, but the woman remained silent.
