She sliced through the water in steady, even strokes, her brain racing.  She would wait until she had seen his contract, there was a slim possibility there was another get out clause.  However she doubted it.   She could of course try and find a library later on as she knew nothing about European law, surely there had to be something that she could do to help get him out of this.<br/><br/>She really didn’t want to tell him that even if he did his James Bond impersonation, he was screwed.<br/><br/>The pun had her feet hitting the floor and she stood, pushing her hair out of her face, grateful it was still too early, that there was no one about to see the blush that had just come up from her toes.  Or was she?