The following morning, at the FBI Washington Headquarters, in a certain interrogation room.
Seated behind the interrogation table, Matthew, still in yesterday's attire, sat handcuffed, head bowed in silence.
"Good morning, Mr. Matthew."
Suddenly, the door to the interrogation room opened. Mona walked toward the chair, carrying a laptop, while Luo An entered with two cups of coffee—one handed to Matthew, and one for himself—as he said with a smile:
"I had a brief meeting with the boss this morning, sorry to have kept you waiting."
After taking a sip of the coffee, Matthew asked:
"Which boss?"
"Which boss isn't important, let's talk about your situation instead."
Luo An didn't mention Mr. Clement's name. He took a small sip of his coffee and then took a folder from Mona's hands, reading aloud:
"Matthew Moses, male, 47 years old, outwardly a manager at a lobbying company, but actually a senior director at the CIA…"
