" he said, humor fading from his voice. "I... It does make me nervous. You're... You're really important to me." His eyes were wide and shadowed, as h...nest as I had ever seen them. "You're special to me. I don't know if I can ever show you just how much you mean to me."I just stared at him for a few moments, totally incredulous. "What happened to your confidence," I asked him. "You're always so... So out-there, so forward, so in-charge-of-everything. Christ, you make jokes when you don't even. After I’d been introduced to everyone the Secretary showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the front of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn’t have any suitable trousers, which is almost true – I don’t have any trousers. She just said, “Oh well, I’m sure you’ll manage.” I smiled and thought, ‘you bet, this could be fun.’ I spent most of the first couple of days getting used to the telephone system before I managed to. That's all I have to say on this matter."Captain Ripley stood back up and said, "Sir, do you know who issued these orders?"Ken thought on this and remembered the briefing Amy had given him, and said, "Well, the warrants were issued by a United States Supreme Court Justice, and were issued to the Justice Department. Starting at such a high level, I would say the orders came from higher up. The White House seems logical, but I cannot prove it." Sir, are you saying the President of the United. “You are my master.” Martine whimpered in answer her eyes averted and glancing nervously at the small young woman only a few feet away now. Jean moved closer pulling petite Elodie by the leash. Jean reached down slowly with his big hand and pulled Martine’s chin up so that she was forced to meet his stern unwavering eyes. “Do not question me Martine. Is that understood?” Martine’s eyes were red and rimmed with glistening tears. Did she fear what was about to happen or did she fear being sent.