The central office of the British Broadcast Corporation (BBC) is in London just west of Piccadilly Circus. The switchboard phone rang, and a junior content editor picked it up.
"BBC." She said, stubbing out her cigarette.
The voice on the line was raspy, with a Mid-East accent.
"I have a breaking story your network might be interested in."
The editor took out a pen, and a standard lead sheet. "Regarding?"
"The one who married the Queen of England."
She frowned wearily. The BBC had run a preliminary story yesterday to mediocre response. The public, it seemed had little interest in A spy who feel in love with the twenty-four-year-old Queen.
"What's the angle?"
"Do you have a paparazzi following the one who married the Queen?"
"I believe so."
"I need to speak to them directly."
"I'm sorry, but I can't give you that kind of information."
"Not a problem. I will call another network."
"Hang on, let me transfer you to my supervisor."
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The Last Code
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