I can’t tell you much more, or else of course I would have to kill you, but I work for a government agency. My colleagues and I simply call it the Agency, with a stress on the A so you can hear the capital letter.
None of this would bear any importance if the said Agency wasn’t going to publish, discreetly and very shortly, a list of vacant positions around the world.
This list will highly likely include the name of the country and city where Mademoiselle Red and I will live from this summer on.
Needless to say that I can’t wait to read it.
Need less to say too that you must pretend you have never read this post.
( If you’re patient and ready to wait for 30 seconds after you read this message, you may be surprised to see that it doesn’t self-destruct)