That brief hesitation cost her dear, the two reached out to her by voiding her escape plan while she was still clinging to the handle.
"Miss Margareth Turner?" He asked her in a gentle manner again, the taller of the two.
"I ... I am," she confirmed, more and more worried.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jason Ross," he introduced himself cordially, "and this is my colleague Ben Kowalsky. We're from the National Security Department," he informed her, then they both moved under a lamp to show them their badges.
"Damn ..." she missed out, bringing a hand to her mouth. Immediately afterward, she thought that if she had even bothered the Department she must have done something really bad.
"The President needs your precious collaboration," Jason Ross informed her with a naturalness that seemed unbe
