"Is that your advice as a friend? Put my career before my responsibility as a political officer in the State Department?"
Stefan shrugged. "I'm just being a realist. Nobody listens to us junior staffers. We're one notch above secretaries and cleaners. This ain't no different than any other job. You got to be patient, rise through the ranks, wait for your time."
"Thanks for the advice. You're the second person this week to counsel patience."
"Who was the other?"
"The guy who runs the noodle stall."
Stefan chuckled. "Then I'm in good company. Seems like you got two friends in Saigon."
Two friends indeed, but which one, if either, was the real friend?
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