Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

Sara walked out of the building feeling a little downcast, although she felt the deal was a success.She began to wonder how on earth she could get close to Scarpirato, to see if he was up to something.In flat times, most traders like to pass the time with small talk, laying out five years of personal life in embarrassing minutiae.People like them couldn't have any secrets.But Scarpirato was reticent and secretive.He never stopped to chat casually with anyone, and even when it came to business, he was always in a few words.Arnott was the only one who could get a sentence or two out of his mouth.Sara wondered what Scarpirato was like with his friends, with his girlfriend, when he let his guard down.She hailed a taxi and headed for Mayfair.

what happened?While talking, Matsumoto led Sarah into the living room. What is the news?what do we celebrate Sarah sat down on the beige couch, kicked off her shoes, stretched her legs, and went to work.Intercontinental Bank. Matsumoto let out a low hiss.She fetched a pack of cigarettes from the table against the wall and lit one. Hope they pay you well. Sarah shrugged, yes. Hey, come on.If it's not for money, why should a person work there? Sara smiled, and lit a cigarette as well.Matsumoto frowned and looked at her, how is it? Sara laughed, you've answered your own question.Not for money, why do you want to work there?

Matsumoto shrugged, anyway, how are they?Is it as bad as their reputation? Worse still, Sara said with a laugh. My boss was a cold, unpredictable Italian, but at least he was tolerable.But his number two was a complete jerk.Called Matthew.Arnott.Sarah said his name in disgust, the arrogant American who made no secret of his hatred for me.Can't wait to get my boss to fire me before I act better than him. I know him, Matsumoto said calmly, having met him several times.Indeed, I didn't like him either. Sarah pulled her legs back and leaned forward. How do you know him? Matsumoto smiled.This time it was Sara's turn to be curious. I knew his girlfriend.She also goes to the gym I go to.Called Kara.Vitale, an Italian, is very beautiful and very dissolute.She laughed and we looked like nuns in comparison.

Sara raised her eyebrows. I don't know if you look like me, but I kind of do these days. yes.take your time honey Anyway, Sara asked through her laugh, if she was such a pretty slut, and Matthew.What is Arnott doing together? Matsumoto leaned forward mysteriously, let's just say, Kara is into luxury items, you know, such as high-end clothing, high-end apartments, luxury travel and so on.Once at a party she gave, we both got really drunk.I asked her what she did with Arnott.Apart from other things, when I saw them, they were always arguing and not happy at all. Anyway, Carla just smiled, and in her words, he was a gold mine.

Matsumoto leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile.Sarah looked puzzled. The salary paid by the Intercontinental Bank was not low, but I'm afraid he won't get two hundred and fifty thousand pounds, at most three hundred thousand. Yeah, it's weird.For a greedy girl like Carla, that wasn't really a lot of money.He must have the family fortune, in fact I believe he has.He has a large apartment in Holland Park.It must have cost at least a million pounds.It couldn't be that Intercontinental Bank bought it for him. This is impossible.Sarah said, turning the ring on her finger, I don't think so.She looked up, come on, let's not talk about Matthew.Arnott is gone.How about some wine?

Matsumoto walked slowly into the kitchen and brought a bottle of red wine.She filled two glasses.Sarah drank her glass quickly, then looked at her watch and stood up.I have to say goodbye, I have a lot to do tonight. Matsumoto looked at her suspiciously, and without saying anything, he sent her to the door and kissed her goodbye.She returned to the living room, sipping red wine.She decided it was a man's trouble.Eddie wasn't around, plus what she had just said about nuns.Matsumoto thought: I think there are too many things she is dissatisfied with. Sarah walked out of Hayes Lane and down Charles Street into Berkeley Square.She found a public phone booth and called Jacob.The phone rang over and over again.Sara could imagine that Jacob was slowly putting down the book in his hand and walking cautiously towards the telephone.His movements had slowed down quite a bit in recent years, and finally he answered the phone.

Hello, Jacob.can i come overI have something to ask you. Sarah got into a taxi and was in Rotherwick Road half an hour later. Jacob invited her into the apartment, sat her down, and made her a cup of tea.If she wanted to stay to eat, he would pour her wine, which she drank too much.He came back with tea and some biscuits. I've already made dinner, casserole.You eat here if you want, eat some of this now, huh? Sarah smiled and took the teacup.Jacob sat down in an armchair opposite, all right, honey.What's your business? Sarah took a sip of her tea and set the cup on one of the side tables, not a big deal, but it sounded suspicious.She told him about Arnott being a gold mine and that he was always with Scarpirato.It wouldn't surprise me if something was going to happen and they were both involved.She took another sip of tea and looked at Jacob who was sitting across from him expectantly.

It does sound suspicious.He paused, then grinned mysteriously, but I think you're just speculating about all this. Sara looked puzzled, what do you mean? I mean, you should try something else. Sarah waited for him to continue. Wiretap, dear, I say wiretap. Sarah raised her eyebrows and smiled at him: I thought about it.But I felt that it was unreliable, so I denied it. unreliable?Don't take it that way.It happens all the time, especially in the City: industrial espionage, financial espionage.It's a big deal, I have a friend Sara interrupted Jacob with a smile: I'm sure you have.

Come on, said Jacob sullenly, do you want me to get in touch with him? Sarah sipped her tea, looked into the cup, thoughtful, I don't know.Not sure if all this is appropriate, what will the president say. What do you think he will say? Well, he is obviously unwilling to take a stand on what means I use.It gives me the feeling that I can do my own thing.In fact he said that I was basically on my own.He hinted that he didn't want to know my means, he only cared about the result.He also said that it's okay to be a little creative while things are going on. what else? Sarah shrugged. What he wanted was evidence, not as rigorous as court evidence, but proof that some kind of crime was taking place.But he did not say how I could obtain that evidence other than by observation.At this point, she smiled, I guess wiretapping is a more effective form of observation, right?

Jacob nodded.Sarah went on: "The only thing he did stress and make very clear was that I couldn't be found.In case of being discovered, he cannot publicly come forward to help me. What do you think he meant by that? I think what he meant was that I would be operating in a gray area, potentially illegal. She realized that, strictly speaking, this was not within his mandate as Governor of the Bank of England, although it was possible to be flexible if circumstances required it.She had long believed that many covert operations were carried out in the name of the government, so she felt no guilt or fear about the tasks she was given.She just wants to make sure she doesn't get caught.

Oh, and he gave me three thousand pounds.Said to be used for expenses. Jacob raised his eyebrows, didn't he say what the expenses were for? No.Just saying he believed it would come in handy. so Sara smiled: Maybe you should connect with your friends. In the course of the hour she had transformed her role from passive observer to exactly what, she couldn't say; but she knew that some line had been crossed.She did not question the wisdom of the escapade at the time.At this stage, she is being driven by curiosity.As far as she knew, nothing had alerted her to the danger she faced.The reason she felt uncomfortable was pure uncertainty.Or something unknown at work.It was an emotion she was used to, so she thought it was a normal reaction at the time and ignored it