“We want her to work with us but how can we trust her?” the CIA agent continued his rant.

I looked at him and smiled wickedly and decided to speak up for myself and keep my honor holding my head up, I felt like a queen, I was ahead, but I had to keep my cool in order not to give myself away, the game is still on and we need to keep it together if we both want to be free and alive.

“Sir, I am sorry for what I have done, but there were no ill intentions I promise.” I said.

He looked at me as if I put cyanide in his tea and he drank it and I told him that it was poisoned only after he took a sip. I have you up my sleeve. I took a deep breath and remembered all the things that happened to me to make myself cry and continued on my rant.

“I am a scared, and tricked woman, I love him and I am sure that he didn’t do the things that you are accusing him of, I swear he’s not a bad guy.” I cried.

Hot tears were streaming down my face and Mr. Green gave me a handkerchief to wipe my tears and blow my nose into. The CIA agent gulped loudly, now I have you, I am powerful and I am over you. I started to shake, I wanted to laugh, skip and dance but I couldn’t show it, cold head, cool mind, I need to continue with what I learned to do, I need this. They almost walked into my trap, I need to keep going. I need to win this chess game. I ought to, not for me, but for my relationship and to escape the juror and life in prison. I sobbed loudly I couldn’t keep it straight any longer the thoughts of how Andrey and me fought hit me like cold water and I started to bawl I couldn’t stop, I remembered all the fights that we have had and the fact that we were married, we actually got married in Russia and I brought him here, I gave birth to our son and we were happy, until we decided to move, I convinced him to move here, I wanted us to have a happy life and for a while we did, we both worked the child was healthy and happy, until we moved here and he met that guy. I'll never forget him or his face. After a long day we left our son Damon with Alex. And went to a bar where we met Mr. Hendrich. He was an interesting man, he looked like an ordinary man, nothing special. He offered Andrey a job, he spoke very horrible English but understood, he stuck him into some office where there were documents and he wanted him to translate into Russian and send them overseas. I remember the conversation that they had one of the nights that he came over.

“Andrey, you’re a good man, and I am happy that you are working for me.” Mr. Hendrich said, smiling his huge white smile.

“We don’t want anything bad happening right?” he continued.

All Andrey could do is nod. Now I understand why Dameon didn’t like him. I wasn't fond of him either. Soon after that conversation Andrey started coming home late, or bloody and beat, I was frightened that they would kill him. I begged him to stop but he said they paid well so we had to work together on this. Then, one of the businessmen who was part of the corrupt system, and after that Andrey disappeared. I cried and screamed scaring Dameon so I asked Alex to take him for a while. I didn't want to traumatize him with the way I was acting. It was scary enough. Amanda came a week after that accusing me of being a spy and she lost her job. I went through investigations and interrogations and after they found that I know as much as they did, they left me alone. They saw another thing in me though, I was able to connect to people and make them talk. So god knows why, this is still a question that hasn’t been solved for me. They hired me to work for them and I made twice as much money than I did before. And after a year passed Andrey decided to tell me where he is and that he’s in trouble and I had to help him. And once again the issues with everyone started once again. Great.

“Are you with us?” Mr. Green shook me by the arm.

I sighed. Apparently when I got engrossed in my thoughts I put my head down and cried, I didn’t miss anything because everyone went silent, and they were surprised to such a rich reaction from me, I rarely gave that reaction as they’ve seen in my case file so they were baffled and stunned that a person like me could feel such feelings.

“I’m sorry if…” the CIA agent said.

“You’re fine.” I said, “Continue.”

The CIA agent showed all the slides and explained everything that was happening, and how I could help and the mission that we would all need to complete. His words were interrupted by Patrick who came into the conference room. He smiled and waved at me, the strong scent of his perfume hit my nostrils and I wanted to vomit then and there, I hated how he smelled and acted. A true narcissistic bitch that was raised by a family of hyenas.

“Poor little pooch.” he gaffaed.

Mr. Green gave him the nastiest look that was possible. He knew how our last meeting went when he decided to touch me and my nerves went haywire. The whole police department went on lock down, I nearly killed him, I stomped on his head and was practically dancing on him, he was taken to the hospital, I broke four of his ribs, broke his jaw and he had a severe concussion from me. But this man had no limits and never learned from his mistakes. All I could do was smile and my hand as a reflex grabbed a telephone book that was laying near me and chucked it at Patrick, the CIA agent ducked so it wouldn’t hit him instead of my target. The whole room heard the swish that the book made while flying towards my enemy. It hit him so hard that he nearly fell. Everyone clapped in the room and I heard from the corner to my left how someone chuckled.

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