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â€Å"It is.† Her dad's eyes examined her intently. Rachel felt some portion of her barriers soften away under his look, and she reviled the labor. The congressperson's eyes were his blessing †a blessing Rachel suspected would most likely convey him to the White House. On signal, his eyes would well with tears, and afterward, a moment later, they would clear, opening a window to an enthusiastic soul, stretching out an obligation of trust to all. It's everything about trust, her dad consistently said. The representative had lost Rachel's years prior, however he was rapidly picking up the country's. â€Å"I have a suggestion for you,† Senator Sexton said. â€Å"Let me guess,† Rachel answered, endeavoring to refortify her position. â€Å"Some conspicuous separation searching for a youthful wife?† â€Å"Don't kid yourself, nectar. You're not that youthful anymore.† Rachel felt the natural contracting vibe that so frequently went with gatherings with her dad. â€Å"I need to toss you an actual existence raft,† he said. â€Å"I didn't know I was drowning.† â€Å"You're most certainly not. The President is. You should escape before it's too late.† â€Å"Haven't we had this conversation?† â€Å"Think about your future, Rachel. You can come work for me.† â€Å"I trust that is not why you asked me to breakfast.† The congressperson's facade of quiet broke marginally. â€Å"Rachel, wouldn't you be able to see that your working for him considers seriously me. What's more, on my campaign.† Rachel murmured. She and her dad had experienced this. â€Å"Dad, I don't work for the President. I haven't met the President. I work in Fairfax, for God's sake!† â€Å"Politics is recognition, Rachel. It shows up you work for the President.† Rachel breathed out, attempting to keep her cool. â€Å"I endeavored to land this position, Dad. I'm not quitting.† The congressperson's eyes limited. â€Å"You know, once in a while your egotistical disposition truly â€Å" â€Å"Senator Sexton?† A correspondent emerged close to the table. Sexton's manner defrosted in a split second. Rachel moaned and took a croissant from the container on the table. â€Å"Ralph Sneeden,† the correspondent said. â€Å"Washington Post. May I ask you a couple questions?† The representative grinned, spotting his mouth with a napkin. â€Å"My delight, Ralph. Simply make it brisk. I don't need my espresso getting cold.† The correspondent snickered on signal. â€Å"Of course, sir.† He pulled out a minirecorder and turned it on. â€Å"Senator, your TV promotions call for enactment guaranteeing equivalent compensations for ladies in the workplace†¦ just as for tax reductions for new families. Would you be able to remark on your rationale?† â€Å"Sure. I'm basically a colossal aficionado of tough ladies and solid families.† Rachel essentially gagged on her croissant. â€Å"And regarding the matter of families,† the columnist followed up, â€Å"you gab about instruction. You've proposed some exceptionally dubious spending slices with an end goal to assign more assets to our country's schools.† â€Å"I accept the youngsters are our future.† Rachel couldn't trust her dad had sunk to citing pop tunes. â€Å"Finally, sir,† the correspondent stated, â€Å"you've taken a tremendous bounce in the surveys these previous barely any weeks. The President must be stressed. Any musings on your ongoing success?† â€Å"I think it has to do with trust. Americans are beginning to see that the President can't be trusted to settle on the intense choices confronting this country. Runaway government spending is putting this nation more profound under water each day, and Americans are beginning to understand that it's an ideal opportunity to quit spending and start mending.† Like a stay of execution from her dad's talk, the pager in Rachel's purse went off. Ordinarily the unforgiving electronic blaring was an unwanted interference, however right now, it sounded practically musical. The representative glared irately at having been interfered. Rachel angled the pager from her purse and squeezed a preset arrangement of five catches, affirming that she was in fact the individual holding the pager. The blaring halted, and the LCD started squinting. In fifteen seconds she would get a protected instant message. Sneeden smiled at the representative. â€Å"Your little girl is clearly a bustling lady. It's reviving to see both of you despite everything discover time in your timetables to feast together.† â€Å"As I stated, family comes first.† Sneeden gestured, and afterward his look solidified. â€Å"Might I ask, sir, how you and your girl deal with your contentions of interest?† â€Å"Conflicts?† Senator Sexton positioned his head with a blameless look of disarray. â€Å"What clashes do you mean?† Rachel looked up, frowning at her dad's demonstration. She knew precisely where this was going. Damn journalists, she thought. Half of them were on political payrolls. The columnist's inquiry was what writers called a grapefruit †an inquiry that should appear as though an intense request however was in actuality a scripted kindness to the congressperson †a moderate hurl pitch that her dad could arrange and crush out of the recreation center, eliminating any confusion air around a couple of things. â€Å"Well, sir†¦ † The columnist hacked, pretending anxiety over the inquiry. â€Å"The struggle is that your girl works for your opponent.† Congressperson Sexton detonated in chuckling, defusing the inquiry in a flash. â€Å"Ralph, as a matter of first importance, the President and I are not rivals. We are just two loyalists who have various thoughts regarding how to run the nation we love.† The columnist shot. He had his sound chomp. â€Å"And second?† â€Å"Second, my little girl isn't utilized by the President; she is utilized by the insight network. She incorporates intel reports and sends them to the White House. It's a genuinely low-level position.† He delayed and took a gander at Rachel. â€Å"In reality, dear, I don't know you've even met the President, have you?† Rachel gazed, her eyes seething. The beeper tweeted, attracting Rachel's look to the approaching message on the LCD screen. †RPRT DIRNRO STAT †She deciphered the shorthand in a split second and scowled. The message was unforeseen, and definitely awful news. In any event she had her leave sign. â€Å"Gentlemen,† she said. â€Å"It makes me extremely upset, yet I need to go. I'm late for work.† â€Å"Ms. Sexton,† the correspondent said rapidly, â€Å"before you go, I was thinking about whether you could remark on the bits of gossip that you assembled this morning meal conference to examine the chance of leaving your present post to work for your dad's campaign?† Rachel felt like somebody had tossed hot espresso in her face. The inquiry took her absolutely daydreaming. She saw her dad and detected in his smile that the inquiry had been prepared. She needed to move over the table and wound him with a fork. The columnist pushed the recorder into her face. â€Å"Miss Sexton?† Rachel stared at the journalist. â€Å"Ralph, or whoever the hellfire you are, get this straight: I have no aim of deserting my business to work for Senator Sexton, and in the event that you print anything despite what might be expected, you'll need a shoehorn to understand that recorder out of your ass.† The columnist's eyes enlarged. He clicked off his recorder, concealing a smile. â€Å"Thank you both.† He vanished. Rachel promptly lamented the upheaval. She had acquired her dad's temper, and she abhorred him for it. Smooth, Rachel. Extremely smooth. Her dad glared disapprovingly. â€Å"You'd do well to get familiar with some poise.† Rachel started gathering her things. â€Å"This meeting is over.† The congressperson was obviously finished with her at any rate. He pulled out his cellphone to make a call. â€Å"‘Bye, darling. Stop by the workplace sooner or later and make proper acquaintance. What's more, get hitched, for the good of God. You're thirty-three years old.† â€Å"Thirty-four,† she snapped. â€Å"Your secretary sent a card.†