"Because I need your help, David." Seth said, his voice deadly serious. "I need to find her before the vultures in the press do. And I think you know more than you're letting on."
David leaned against the wall, a smirk spreading across his face. "And why would I help you, Mr. President? What's in it for me?"
Seth took a deep breath, steeling himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "I'm prepared to make a deal with you, David."
David pressed his lips into a thin line for a moment before speaking. "U-uh, but I don't want to make a deal with you, Mr. President." He shook his head slowly, a pout on his lips.
"I know you've always wanted to see Sarah pay for what she did to you. But if you help me find her, and promise to keep your mouth shut about this whole mess...
