" to the winds, flushed with the thrill of a new case, and Santosh’s phone was ringing—Jack was on his way over. Chapter 10 “HOW DID IT go with Jaswal after I left?” asked Santosh. Jack sat opposite, lounging in an office chair, one knee pulled up and resting on the edge of Santosh’s desk. Admin staff from the floor below found excuses to pass the office window, hardly bothering to disguise their curiosity as they craned to see inside. Everybody wanted a look at the great Jack Morgan. It was like having Salman Khan or Tom Cruise in the office. “It went well,” said Jack. “Terms were agreed. Don’t tell me you’re interested to know the finer points?” “Not really,” said Santosh. "

― James Patterson , Private Delhi (Private, #13)