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“I hope you don’t mind the wait.”
I shrugged. “You have two hours.”
“And that’s all?”
“Not entirely,” I said, deciding to enact my plan now.
“Something more to add?” He didn’t sound surprised.
“A simple caveat.”
“What’s that?”
“One of your agents waiting out there. Her name is Sarah Detfield,” I said.
“And?” The president waited.
“She must be one of those eight women.” I smiled even as my dragon purred with the thought of bringing her home. As a mate.Mymate. “That’s all. Two hours, Mr. President. The clock is ticking.”
Chapter Four
Sarah
“The president wants to see you,” Hendricks said before touching his earpiece and rumbling a response to someone over his comm line.
I groaned from my seat in the break room, where I’d remained since the incident. Nobody hadtoldme I was confined, but my spot in the roster had been filled for the day, and Hendricks had told me not to go home.
Now, that.
“You’re done for,” Rickle said from where he sat two tables over. “That’s big time. You aren’t just getting fired. You’re probably going to get tossed in prison, too.”
“If that’s the case, at least I can do the team one last favor and rid them of your piece-of-shit attitude, Tickles,” I fired back hotly, the truth in his statement eating away at my usual restraint.
Rickle glowered at my use of his hated nickname.
“There’s no way the president is firing me himself,” I said. “Hendricks will do that later. Won’t you, Hendricks?”
My team leader, who’d also remained in the breakroom—likely to watch over me as much as anything—grunted an affirmative. “If those are my orders.”
“Thanks for going to bat for me,” I muttered.
Hendricks didn’t so much as move as he did stiffen. “Who’s to say I didn’t?” he replied quietly.
I paused, staring at him. Was he being serious? I hadn’t expected that kind of support, not after Levi’s bombshell announcement.
“Don’t give me that stunned damsel look, Detfield. It doesn’t suit you. You’re a damn good agent. Better than that useless turd over there.”
I grinned but didn’t look back at Rickle.
“Thanks, boss,” I said, letting more emotion color my words than I normally would with the mountain of meat that was my likely former team leader.
Hendricks grunted and stood. “Let’s go. Walk you up.”
He often dropped words when things got too “emotional.” So, I just nodded and led the way toward the Situation Room, where I knew the president would be cloistered with all the brass. Cabinet members, senators, joint chiefs. It was a menagerie of important people, and I doubted the president would be the only one who tore a strip off my back.
“Not there,” Hendricks said. “The office.”
There was only one place that could be “the” office. My eyebrows went up. Why was the president waiting for me there? Was it so nobody else would bear witness to what happened next?
