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"Please come in." The President looks up from the papers on
his desk. He leans back in his tall leather seat and loosens the tie around his neck.
In his hand, he holds a fat brown cigar, the tip smoldering and emitting a smoky haze.
"Hello, Mr. President." I step into the center of the room, the carpet
cradling my bare feet. The agents all funnel in behind me, sitting on the long leather