Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty

All afternoon, Sarah tried to avoid Arnott.Every time she saw his face, she wanted to tear the flesh off his face with her hands.She spent an hour in the library, burrowing among magazines and pretending to be reading The Economist. Back on the trading floor, she wandered from desk to desk, chatting, smoking, and drinking cup after cup of coffee.By four o'clock she could stand it no longer.She had to get out before her pathetic bit of self-control crumbled.She walked to her trading desk, turned off her computer, picked up her handbag, said goodbye in the most pleasant language she could muster, and turned to leave.In her haste, she narrowly missed running into Intercontinental Bank CEO Carl J.Heinz.On Kessler.It is difficult for Kessler to come to the trading floor usually.She hurriedly said sorry, and walked past him in a flash.He watched her leaving back and looked at his watch.

I didn't know that we get off work at four o'clock here.He said to Arnott. Oh, well, she's someone who nobody cares about.It seemed that the general rules did not apply to her. Kessler stopped and looked at Arnott carefully, why do you dislike her so much?It seems that I am afraid of her. Oh, stop talking nonsense.She's annoying, that's all.Sitting next to her for eight hours a day, five days a week, was unbearable for anyone.Arnott took a deep breath and shrugged at the same time, hoping that this gesture would show that he was not interested. But I'm not here to talk about her, Kessler lowered his voice, I'm very interested in today's exchange rate movements.I think we can chat about this.Tomorrow night.How about arriving at Mark's Club at 7:30?

Arnott nodded. Sarah called Jacob as soon as she got home at four-thirty.An hour later, he came.Seeing her scowl, he sat her down at the table. You've been spotted, haven't you? How did you know? very simple.My friend called me last night and told me that a device was not sending a signal.Of course, a more naive explanation can be made, that is, it may have been inadvertently pulled off by the cleaners.Before I saw your face, I hoped so too.what's going on? Sarah looked at Jacob, who was sitting on the other side of the table, at his kind, composed face.She would have liked to see the panicked look on his face. He could be nervous about little things, but in an emergency he was always calm.

Arnott found bugs in his trading desk and in Kara's apartment.He beat Matsumoto so badly that her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she also broke two ribs. The muscles in Jacob's face twitched.Sala continued: "I managed to steady Arnott and convince him that I wanted to be involved too.I think he took my word for it.She gave a wry smile, and Italy raised the discount rate by one percentage point.Arnott got the inside tip.It was revealed by Catania.You know what's going on, right?He obviously thought I knew a lot.He slipped his tongue and said Catania's name.He said: Catania said to buy the lira.So I bought fifty million for myself and sold it for three million.She shrugged, and I made my sincerity.I think Arnott believed it.The question now is whether he told the third and fourth people, and if he did, whether they would believe me too.I thought Scarpirato was the third, but now I'm sure it's not him.If I'm in there any longer, I'm sure I'll have a chance to find out who it is.

A look of panic came over Jacob's stern face. These people are crazy, Sarah.I don't know if you should stay in there any longer.He spoke slowly and stuttered, with both indignation and worry for her and Matsumoto in his tone. Her attitude is very firm, I have to be like this, at least for Zhengmei.Don't worry, Arnott has already taken the bait.He thinks I'm his, anyway I told him that if anything happened to me, those tapes would be sent to the Fraud Office.He turned pale with fright.He really took my word for it, so he won't get rid of me right away. Jacob was a little annoyed: don't make such a joke.

Sarah smiled to herself.She will not. Jacob began to feel that he was out of his depth.He is old now and retired.He already wanted others to do these things.He let out a long sigh. Listen to me Sarah, I hope your Barrington knows what's going on, because I don't know yet.How do you think he would react to these things? Sarah looked at the wall, wondering. Let's see.She looked up her little book of addresses, grabbed the phone, and dialed Barrington's number.Sitting there, she heard the phone ringing on the other end, waiting for the other party to pick it up. President, this is Sarah.

A perfectly mellow voice came softly: Sarah, good afternoon, how are you? I am fine, thank you.President, I've been calling to check on you, and things are getting interesting developments, both good and bad.I'm in Kara.Vjital's apartment house and the Intercontinental Bank were bugged, and Arnott discovered it.He tracked down my place and questioned me face to face.I argued that it was because I was afraid he would fire me, so I wanted to get him a little dirty to use against him.I told him I knew about the whole plot, and I wanted to get my hands dirty.He had to put up with it, started chattering, and then blurted out to me: Catania is the source.

She paused.There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.At last Barrington spoke: Sarah, this is a great surprise.His voice was thoughtful and indifferent.Then, the tone became more businesslike and icy: Listen, I have a meeting waiting for me right now, and I'll be sure to call you later. Sarah looked at the floor: Well, bye.She put down the receiver, sat back, and lit a cigarette.She glanced at Jacob: you might be right.He said he had a meeting and would definitely call me later. I thought he was trying to delay the time.It seemed that he was overwhelmed.So, if he can't manipulate, who is the manipulator?

Jacob shook his head, by the way, you didn't tell him your deal, did you? I don't.should i do thisFor some reason, I don't think it's time yet. Anthony.Barrington stared intently at the tall clock in the corner of the office.He to Sarah.Jensen's wariness and fears were now confirmed.She has dangerous independent tendencies, and she has a bit of a powerful and unconstrained style.In fact, he should be the one holding the reins and riding the horse.He hired her, but he reminded himself that she belonged to Bartrop.All this was proposed by him.Now he can take over.He pressed the intercom and called Ethel.

Pick me up James.Bartrop. Barrington cut to the chase: Something new, Bartrop.The good news is that Sarah found out that Catania had leaked the news.The bad news is, she gave away.Matthew.Arnott found her bug and sought her out because of it.Still, she told him, in her own words, she wanted to be involved.She said he believed her.But I don't know.I feel very uneasy.I dare not say how long this matter can last, things have become complicated, and there are many troubles lurking.Not the level-headed, methodical operation you told me about.I think it's time to invite experts to intervene?Like Special Operations or MI5.Anyway, after all, this is within the scope of their business, right?

Bartrop did not interrupt him, but listened to him until he had finished speaking, and then he spoke in a smooth, soothing tone. You know, President, I think things are going much better than I thought.I don't think that's a problem.This is a godsend opportunity, even if we plan, we can't do it so perfectly.Jason has already entered, and if she is lucky, it is entirely possible for her to expose all the conspiracies from the City of London to the Mafia.She has proven herself adept at being coolly undercover.If she thought she had convinced Arnott of her, then maybe she had.See you sooner or later.The thing is, Mr Governor, this cabal is not going to kill itself.It was and is the responsibility of both of you and me.The question is who will handle it better?We decided from the beginning: We are the most suitable.My opinion is that things haven't changed yet.If we invite outsiders to intervene, whether it is the Fifth Bureau or the Special Operations Division, it will complicate the problem.Their activities inevitably fall within our purview.Then our days would be especially hard: our control would be threatened, our obligations would expand without our responsibilities diminishing.Everything will be in utter chaos.At that time, we also have to consider Sarah.Jason.Now she is in full charge of me, but I still have to be behind the scenes.I can't somehow pop out of the middle.I don't think she would be happy to accept it.We'd better go ahead with the original plan, otherwise she might feel overwhelmed and it might spoil things. Barrington sighed deeply: I see what you mean, Bartrop, but I can't pretend to be happy with everything. I don't understand this, President.There is no perfect way to find out about this matter now, and it is impossible not to pay a price.But I sincerely think that what we have found is the best way.Take a look at the results we have achieved so far.You have to admit, it's beyond our expectations that so many things will be discovered so quickly. Yes, I admit it.Barrington stared at the flowers, plants and trees in the yard outside the window, silent for a long time. All right, Bartrop.We will carry out according to the original plan.I continue with Sarah.Jason stays connected, but you are in charge of total control over her. I am willing to. Then you just write down the credentials, okay? This is not a request, but an order. It's what the banking world calls a letter of comfort, right? Yes, if you want to say that. I'll send someone over there in a day or two. Bartrop hung up, feeling relieved at the same time.He put down his crossed Erlang legs and strode to the window.He looked at himself in the glass and smiled.He was very tired.Barrington's image in his mind was declining every day, and Sarah.Jason admired him, though he was cautious and seemed reluctant to admit it.She seems to be becoming more and more useful. Although she is a bit rebellious and elusive, if she is guided properly, she is a rare agent talent. Barrington alone is difficult to deal with.This is already obvious.He needed a helping hand, and Bartrop was more than happy to do so.Can bring him close to Antonio.Fieri's steps are worth it. The plan is dangerous, but bold.Barrington was in charge of Sarah, who would make Bartrop to Antonio.Fieri took a step closer.The important information she has obtained will be transmitted to the Italian authorities through the Sixth Bureau when the time is right.Bartrop would cover Sara's identity, and if anyone asked him how he had used her, he would flatly deny that she was a free person and could not be used.Fieri and his accomplices will be arrested and brought to justice.Bartrop would have achieved his main goal: taking out Fieri would be a serious blow to his drug network.Many other illegal activities will start to unravel as well.The credit for Fieri's downfall goes to a friend.This will be a great joy.It is his success and his greatest compliment.He is too much to ask for, a rare occasion. That's his game plan.But he knew he had to be careful.Much depends on Barrington's continued cooperation and his commitment to Sarah.Johnson's ability to control.It is also very important that the details of the entire operation must be kept highly confidential. In many ways, the strength of this operation is precisely its weakness: Jason is very smart. She entered the Intercontinental Bank and learned about the conspiracy of Catania and others. Unpredictable and dangerously shrewd.In terms of status, Barrington is the ideal controller and front man, but he shows indecision under pressure.If this operation is not successful, his loss is too great. Bartrop must strictly control Barrington and, through him, Sarah.Jason.But this is not a big problem.Barrington had gone too far to extricate himself.He faces too many difficult problems.If for nothing but himself, he would cooperate.As for Sarah.Difficult women were not uncommon for Jensen.In one way or another he would control her. Anthony.Barrington was displeased, but relieved.He can't stop now.He only promised to continue to control Sarah, but he felt that the more this kind of thing was done, the more unpleasant it would be.But at least now Jensen is in full charge of Bartrop again.He, Barrington, was at most a link, responsible for passing Bartrop's instructions to Sarah and passing her information to him.If there is a change in the process, it is not his responsibility.After getting such a promise, he called Sarah. He seemed to be in a great hurry, and he talked like a cannonball, sorry Sarah, the nasty ones will follow.All in all, well done.A little setback, but you handled it well.You are in an ideal situation now, fortunately you have a quick brain.Take advantage of this opportunity and see what else you can discover. His tone returned to its former ease.There is something strange about the gradual disappearance and sudden return of this relaxed tone.Sara begins to feel as if she is caught between two mysteries: who are the third and fourth members of the Catanian conspiracy?If there was someone behind Barrington, who was that person?She saw him in a dream that night, like a puppet, manipulated by an invisible hand. Seven fifteen in the morning, Matthew.Arnott parked his Mercedes in the underground parking lot of the Intercontinental Bank building, closed the door, and strode up the stairs, the metal toe caps on the front of his shoes rattling on the concrete steps.He crossed Lower Thames Street in two strides, went north on Fishstreet Hill Street, and turned left into Cannon Street.He stopped briefly at Burleigh's, took his breakfast order, and hurried over to the newsagent on East Chip Road to buy Marlboros.He broke the rules and bought two packs.He has been controlling his smoking, no more than twenty a day.But today was going to be a long day, and he needed the scent of nicotine. Sarah.Jensen was already on the trading desk.With a cigarette in her hand, she was staring at the market display screen carefully.She nodded at him as he approached, then turned back to her screen.He ignored her for most of the day.Fortunately, she didn't bother him either.She seemed engrossed. He sat there smoking a cigarette and thinking about his evening with Carl.Heinz.Kessler talk about something.He could tell him the truth and it would make him fly into a rage.He can be sure of that.Either he lies and covers up.But sooner or later he would be discovered, he was sure of that. By five o'clock he felt his head buzzing.The nicotine worked in his blood, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.There were two and a half hours to kill, so he went into the library to browse the papers, and was back on the trading floor at six-thirty.He didn't go back to his trading desk directly, but sat down in a seat in the settlement department.This place was back to back with his, Sarah's, and Wilson's trading desks, separated by a ticker screen and piles of reports, so they couldn't see each other. Andreas, a settlement clerk working in the settlement department.The games on Rodding's computer were fascinating.Arnott, like most agents, is obsessed with this fast, neck-stretching game.But he thinks that playing games is bad for his image, he is a class above them, so he tries to be cautious in his words and deeds. Arnott looked around, there was no one on the trading desk, and the trading floor was basically empty.He turned on Rodin's computer and started playing. Halfway through the game, he heard voices from the trading desk.He looked through the gap between the two piles of papers and saw Scarpirato and Jason coming out of his office together.He quickly pressed the mute button and hid there without saying a word, listening to Scarpirato and Jason's conversation. Listen to me, you can't expect me to sit there and pretend nothing happened.I wonder what happened.Then decide what to do. Oh Dante, why are you asking so many questions? Well, then answer a few questions for me.Go ahead, Sarah.I have a right to know what happened.Speak, Speak.Say it now. God, keep your voice down. Shh, no one around.you just Well, I tell you.But this is not the place to talk.Let's go out and have a drink or two somewhere. Arnott just felt cold all over, staring blankly at the constantly changing game images in front of him.Jason knew it, Matsumoto knew it, and now Scarpirato knew it too.Things were getting out of hand, he had to tell Kessler, and be prepared to take responsibility.His heart trembled.After Scarpirato and Jason left, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed Kessler, who rang three times and Kessler picked up the phone. Carl.Heinz, this is Matthew.I want to meet you now. What's the rush?I'm busy here, there are many people.It's not the time, can't you wait for half an hour? No, can't wait. Kessler could hear Arnott's fear from his tone.He said bluntly: I will come down immediately. He came to the trading floor soon.He nodded to Arnott, who followed him into Scarpirato's office. What's up? Arnott told the whole story.Kessler looked at him silently before speaking. So, three people know: Jason, Matsumoto, and Scarpirato. Arnott swallowed, yes.But Jason came to the door himself.she is with Kessler raised his voice and said contemptuously: What do you mean, she came here by herself?She made a deal, broke through her trading authority, and violated some internal regulations.that is it.She can say that she saw you buying lire and thought it was a good idea, so she followed suit.It's not against the law to do that, you idiot.She has nothing to lose don't you understand? Arnott looked at his feet.Kessler looked ahead, stood up and prepared to leave. Well, this is the end of the matter, you can only say nothing, if there is any other situation, please tell me quickly.I still have to tell Catania. What do you think will happen to him?Arnott asked stammeringly. Well, there will be actions, and anything is possible.How the hell do I know, said Kessler, but he has more to lose than any of us.He is, after all, both an agent and a participant.How much money is in his account? Oh, and I just deposited eight million dollars, maybe thirty million already.Anyone looking at that number would think he was the richest man in the bunch. Well, you have to thank me for my foresight of Rilla.Kessler looked at Arnott, making no secret of his hatred and contempt for him. Arnott stood up hesitantly.He picked up his briefcase and mumbled goodbye.Kessler looked at him, suddenly frightened. You've checked out the place, haven't you? Arnott frowned: What do you mean?examine? The vein in Kessler's forehead was throbbing and looked like it was going to burst: the bug checker. Arnott softened: no.I thought she was after me.Why would he bug Scarpirato's office? Do you have that thing with you?Kessler asked calmly on purpose, with obvious threats in his tone.Arnott reached into his briefcase.Kessler snatched the monitor from him, turned it on, put on the earbuds, and began to adjust the knobs.After a few seconds, the upper light will come on. We've been bugged.Kessler said.He heard his own voice through the earbuds. Three hundred yards away at Pig's Pork's, DanteScarpirato and Sarah.Jason was sitting at a corner table talking. I still don't understand why you don't want to see me again.Scarpirato, who was sitting on the chair, leaned forward slightly, the calmness on his face was gone, and he looked a little dazed. Sara looked pained, well, I tell you.is disloyal.You have a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend.There is no denying this.I saw you with her.Sara let her imagination run wild: Scarpirato must have taken his girlfriend somewhere in public during the past few weeks.She carefully watched the expression on his face.He said nothing.Listen to me, Dante, you might as well admit the truth.It's over between us.My boyfriend has gone out of town and will be back tomorrow.God, how she wished it could happen! So there's no hope? Sarah stroked his cheek lightly, no more, dear.There is no hope. Sitting across from her, he smiled wryly, then grabbed her hand. Let's be friends? She held his hand tightly: be a friend. While Sara and Dante were drinking at Piggs-Pork's, Cal.Heinz.Kessler was already in the back seat of his black Mercedes, driven slowly by his driver, Leonard, through rush-hour traffic on Lower Thames Street and out of London.Kessler was thinking silently, feeling very nervous. Two hours later, Kessler's Mercedes rolled into Berkshire, heading towards England's racing hub, Lambert.The car passed through the narrow country road, and there were some retired old horses and ponies ridden by children in the fields on both sides of the road.The car slowed down in front of two tall iron gates some distance from the roadside, and turned into a long driveway lined with horse chestnut trees after entering the gate.The driveway is a mile long.The driveway ended with a tall white house surrounded by rolling fields. The car stopped in front of the house.Before the driver came to open the door, Kessler couldn't wait to jump out of the car, said good night, and walked straight to the house. His housekeeper, Janet, opens the door and welcomes him in.He greeted her sullenly, and walked through the echoing marble hall to his little library.He sat down in an antique armchair in front of the unlighted fireplace, and went over the whole thing.Jason, Matsumoto and Scarpirato know.After they knew the situation, the most unlucky one was Catania.His wife will learn that he has a mistress outside, so she will leave him.He will not be able to defend himself against being dictated to.Kessler's orchestration was designed to create the impression that Catania, a sophisticated and determined member of the fraud's inner ring, received a quarter of the illicit proceeds, funneled by Arnott. Catania on a secret account.A criminal investigation could easily uncover this account.This account is in Switzerland.Long gone are the days of absolute secrecy with bank accounts.When investigators found Catania's accounts and found millions of dollars in them, it was impossible not to believe that he was the mastermind of the conspiracy.His political career would be ruined.He will lose his wife, children, wealth, and even his freedom. Kessler reached behind him, grabbed the phone on the small coffee table, and put it on his lap.He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a small dark blue address book, flipped to section C, and started dialing.That's Catania's problem, let him deal with it. When Kessler called, Giancarlo.Catania and Donatra are eating.Ella, Catania's housekeeper, tapped lightly on the dining-room door and walked in.She said it was Mr. Kessler calling, saying it was urgent. Catania frowned at Ella, said sorry to Donatra, got up and went out, across the living room and into her study.Ella put the phone on the stand just now.Catania grabbed the phone and asked in a rude voice: What is so important that you can't call after dinner?He spoke American English with an Italian accent.His English is learned from American movies.Kessler's English was learned in the best schools in Germany.Even with some German accents, his English is relatively pure.He felt that Catania's American English was too harsh. We're in trouble, and it's pretty serious.Our little game is no secret.Three people know: Sarah.Jason, Masami Matsumoto, and Dante.Scarpirato, they knew it all, they couldn't hide anything. A series of dirty Italian came out of Catania's mouth. How did it happen? very simple.bug. You didn't check beforehand? No. Who did it? Jason, she is Arnott's colleague.Arnott said she was jealous and wanted to get some private information on him. you believe? Yes.I believe, she's not the official one, if that's what you're concerned about.She made a dirty deal herself.She was nothing more than a greedy little bank clerk. like you.Catania said. is like me.Kessler agreed. Catania squeezed the phone tightly, her palms sweating.Three people found out.How long did it take for what they knew to reach their superiors, to the Mafia, to Antonio?Fieri there. Both of them thought about the consequences of things being revealed.For Kessler, not only was his reputation discredited and he was sent to prison, but he also lost his illegal gains.These illicit proceeds are hidden in numbered accounts around the world, but are easy to track down if authorities are determined to do so. For Catania, there is only one outcome after things are brought to light.The Mafia will kill him before he can confess to them, because he has a lot of Mafia secrets that he can trade for his own immunity.They would never let him live long enough to confess them.Fieri has long been suspicious, as has the president of the Deutsche Bundesbank.Rumors had spread.Catania stared at the ceiling.He has made up his mind, he feels that he has nothing to lose, and I will handle it.he said to kessler