The pub was loud. Somehow, my "employer" managed to snag a quiet table near a dimly lit corner of the establishment. I weaved through the mass of people to get to him, careful to not let anyone jostle my bag on the way. Very important stuff inside.
"You made it." He says as I sit in the seat across from him.
"Duh. I wouldn't miss out on $800 for all the tea in London. Or seeing you."
That earne...
