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â€Å"It is.† Her dad's eyes contemplated her intently. Rachel felt some portion of her resistances dissolve away under his look, and she reviled the labor. The congressperson's eyes were his blessing †a blessing Rachel suspected would likely convey him to the White House. On sign, his eyes would well with tears, and afterward, a moment later, they would clear, opening a window to an ardent soul, stretching out an obligation of trust to all. It's everything about trust, her dad consistently said. The congressperson had lost Rachel's years back, 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 recognizable 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 severely 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 observation, 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, now and again your egotistical mentality truly â€Å" â€Å"Senator Sexton?† A journalist appeared close to the table. Sexton's disposition defrosted right away. Rachel moaned and took a croissant from the container on the table. â€Å"Ralph Sneeden,† the journalist said. â€Å"Washington Post. May I ask you a couple questions?† The representative grinned, touching his mouth with a napkin. â€Å"My delight, Ralph. Simply make it brisk. I don't need my espresso getting cold.† The columnist giggled on signal. â€Å"Of course, sir.† He pulled out a minirecorder and turned it on. â€Å"Senator, your TV advertisements call for enactment guaranteeing equivalent pay rates for ladies in the workplace†¦ just as for tax breaks for new families. Would you be able to remark on your rationale?† â€Å"Sure. I'm basically a colossal enthusiast of tough ladies and solid families.† Rachel for all intents and purposes gagged on her croissant. â€Å"And regarding the matter of families,† the correspondent followed up, â€Å"you gab about instruction. You've proposed some profoundly questionable spending slices with an end goal to allot 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 journalist stated, â€Å"you've taken a tremendous hop in the surveys these previous scarcely any weeks. The President must be stressed. Any considerations 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 owing debtors consistently, and Americans are beginning to understand that it's a great opportunity to quit spending and start mending.† Like a stay of execution from her dad's talk, the pager in Rachel's satchel went off. Typically the cruel electronic signaling was an unwanted interference, yet right now, it sounded practically resonant. The representative glared resentfully at having been intruded. Rachel angled the pager from her purse and squeezed a preset succession of five catches, affirming that she was surely the individual holding the pager. The blaring halted, and the LCD started squinting. In fifteen seconds she would get a safe instant message. Sneeden smiled at the representative. â€Å"Your little girl is clearly a bustling lady. It's invigorating to see both of you despite everything discover time in your calendars to eat 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 little girl deal with your contentions of interest?† â€Å"Conflicts?† Senator Sexton positioned his head with an honest look of disarray. â€Å"What clashes do you mean?† Rachel looked up, scowling at her dad's demonstration. She knew precisely where this was going. Damn columnists, she thought. Half of them were on political payrolls. The correspondent's inquiry was what columnists called a grapefruit †an inquiry that should seem as though an extreme request however was in truth a scripted kindness to the representative †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 correspondent hacked, pretending disquiet over the inquiry. â€Å"The struggle is that your little girl works for your opponent.† Congressperson Sexton detonated in chuckling, defusing the inquiry in a split second. â€Å"Ralph, above all else, the President and I are not adversaries. We are basically two loyalists who have various thoughts regarding how to run the nation we love.† The correspondent 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 aggregates 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 actuality, 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 grimaced. The message was surprising, and definitely awful news. In any event she had her leave prompt. â€Å"Gentlemen,† she said. â€Å"It makes me extremely upset, however 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 gossipy tidbits 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 by surprise. She saw her dad and detected in his smile that the inquiry had been prepared. She needed to move over the table and cut him with a fork. The journalist pushed the recorder into her face. â€Å"Miss Sexton?† Rachel stared at the correspondent. â€Å"Ralph, or whoever the hellfire you are, get this straight: I have no goal of deserting my business to work for Senator Sexton, and on the off chance that you print anything despite what might be expected, you'll need a shoehorn to understand that recorder out of your ass.† The journalist's eyes augmented. He clicked off his recorder, concealing a smile. â€Å"Thank you both.† He vanished. Rachel quickly lamented the upheaval. She had acquired her dad's temper, and she loathed him for it. Smooth, Rachel. Smooth. Her dad glared disapprovingly. â€Å"You'd do well to gain proficiency with some poise.† Rachel started gathering her things. â€Å"This meeting is over.† The congressperson was obviously finished with her in any case. He pulled out his cellphone to make a call. â€Å"‘Bye, darling. Stop by the workplace sooner or later and make proper acquaintance. Also, 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.†