CONTRACT STAFF OR PRISON INMATE?

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As I walked out of the office, I could feel their eyes on me. Received again by my escorts, we headed outside the building. When I was about to get into the car, someone from a distance waved to signal us to wait for him. It was only when he came nearer that I discovered to my disdain that it was Henry. All along I never knew he was an FBI. I sighed and awaited for the triumphant look in his proud eyes to see me beaten. So I faked an " I don't care" smile on my face, hoping it looked real. " Maybe you wouldn't be in this mess if you had agreed to my proposal" He said with a smirk. " Yeah, I might have been a psychiatric patient in some downtown psychiatric hospital because the irritating sight of you for just a second drives me nuts" I retorted. The look on his face made me think of a child taking bitter pills. I enjoyed watching the expression on his face slide from pleasure to panic and I knew I had won again in this battle of words. " Quit trying Henry, I will always win" I thought silently but triumphantly. I knew he was thinking of what to say to get even. " Maybe you should learn to be contented with the little money that comes with being a struggling CEO's daughter" He said making it sound like my father was some pauper trying to make it when his business group was infact the second most powerful in the USA. " You might be right..." Henry looked surprised at my statement like he had just seen a ghost. " .. but I guess I will a million times choose to be the daughter of the poorest CEO than be the daughter or daughter in law of a vice president who may have to compromise personal values to succumb to the whims and demands of politics" I retorted smiling at my two _ zero victory. " Your problems haven't changed you Eva" He said with what must have been admiration mixed with hatred. " Trust me , I would have changed if I had the disability of a licking and pokenosing mouth like yours. Maybe you should work harder and try not to meddle into other's lives " I said before getting into the car. I watched him sigh helplessly before the car door was shut, an impish smile playing on my lips. When the judges had talked about forwarding the results of the interrogation to the president and hearing from him , I didn't know it was going to be that 'very' soon. Not until we arrived in front of the Whitehouse building. " Wow, now you'll know it to be in real trouble" I
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