Langley, Virginia
Fulton was getting antsy. His appointment with the DCI was for 10:00am, and it was nearly 10:30. He forced himself not to look at his watch every couple of minutes. Not that he should have been surprised. The DCI was a notorious control freak that got a kick out of exerting his authority over others. Making Fulton wait was just his way of letting Fulton know who was boss.
“Special Agent Fulton, the DCI will see you now,” the receptionist said.
“Thank you,” he said as he entered his boss" office.
The DCI was an imposing man. His six foot three frame completely filled his luxurious leather chair. Just above his balding head, President Nixon stared intensely from a custom oil painting. The DCI did not stand when Fulton entered. He wasted no time with pleasantries.
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