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  • Charlie was true to her word. Max picked her up for the Embassy party and she was wearing a snug black gown with tiny stars that reflected the light in her playful eyes. Her scent was Emeraude and Max had visions of jasmine and citrus that carried him back to happier times.

    "Maxie dear, there you go again with that look."

    "Sorry," Max snapped out of it as Charlie stepped into the cab with her body moving in a perfect S curve like a snake that slithers into its corner. Max slid in beside her.
  • They arrived at the Olympic Club and as Max suspected it was one of those pompous self-indulgent
    affairs that he hated. Charlie felt him pulling back and whispered in his ear, "Remember why we're here and be a good little spy."

    They certainly made an entrance as all eyes turned to Charlie. The men with wishful thinking and the women with jealous glares. It was what Charlie intended. She wanted to be able to work the room and get men to entrust her with their secrets and their women to blurt out bedroom stories to one up her. Max realized he needed to up his game as well.

    "Max, be a good little boy and get me a drink. Besides, I see the German Consul heading my way."

    Somewhat reluctantly Max headed over to the bar. A drink sounded good.

    "Oh say, who is the lovely woman you walked in with?" Max turned at the bar to see an attractive dark haired woman with deep set eyes. "Oh, that's just Charlie."

    "Charlie?" Max took a longer look at the woman speaking. She looked somewhat exotic and more attractive at a second glance. He saw an intelligence in her eyes that made him wonder who she was.

    "I mean Charlotte. Yes, she came with me. I'm just getting her a drink if you'd like to meet her."

    "Why yes, I would. Especially since she seems to have captured the attention of my date this nite."

    "And who is your date?" Max could really care less but seemed to be caught in this high society game.

    She shot him a hurtful glance, "I thought you knew. That is Frederick Schmidt and I am Princess Ana."

    "Princesss Ana? Princess of what?" The drinks were starting to hit Max. He had had several before they arrived.

    "One of my former husbands, you might say, .... he was a princely fellow."

    Max looked again for Charlie only to find her wrapped in the arms of Frederick as they danced cheek to cheek while the band played some saccharine song. Max suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy.
  • Noir story is fiction but based on some facts.
    Pictures: Veronica Lake,
    Old movie with Jean Harlow,
    & Princess Stephani Von Loeh, spy.
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