The next day, Jimmy took a bottle of champagne with a box from the liquor cabinet and brought it to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. He knocked on Caitlin's office door, Caitlin glanced at Jimmy and waved him in.
Jimmy: "Director Caitlin, thanks. This is a gift for you."
He smiled and placed the champagne on Caitlin's desk. Caitlin raised an eyebrow and looked at Jimmy, "What's going on?"
Jimmy: "Nothing, just thanking you."
Caitlin: "Even thanks need a reason, you didn't mention the reason last night."
Jimmy: "I've got good news for you, now we're just friends, not colleagues."
Caitlin suddenly stood up, pressing her hands on the desk; her previously calm face suddenly turned tense, "What are you saying?"
Jimmy gestured down with his hands, "Don't get worked up, calm down. I've left the CIA."
Caitlin squinted at Jimmy, calming down a little, her facial expression slowly changing. After thinking for a while, she sat down, "Sit, let's talk, what's going on?"
