It would have no chance of passage. But what about her, personally? If the Program died, could she still survive? What defenses did she have for her o...n personal security? What strengths? What assets?The answer was easy: her personal relationship with President Carl Garrett was the best thing she had going for her. How could she use that relationship to ensure her own professional survival? To hell with the Program! How could she set herself up for her next job?Carl Garrett had one trait that. The wait was only twenty minutes before she heard Dale yell, "Get in here Denise!"Denise ran to the study and entered. The towels under Victoria were soaked and the woman was crying rivers of tears. She asked, "What do you want Dale?" Why didn't you warn her about going to the bathroom before the meeting?" Dale asked crossing his arms and looking angry."She quite clearly said that she doesn't want my help," Denise answered."She doesn't?" Dale asked with a smile. He had figured that was the. I toldher I wanted to work on the outside that weekend and she could go alone.Without giving it any though, she agreed and the free weekend could beplanned. I had two months to make sure everything was covered. Belindaand I would still chat and set our rendezvous. The weekend came and Melissa left after work on Friday night. I spent theentire day primping myself. A long bubble bath prepared my skin. Afterdrying I realized I needed to remove some of my face, chest hair andunderarm hair. I had. For once, I didn't fall all over myself when he slapped me on the back. "My friend, you've worked hard. You've done well. Your friend Martha tells me your spirits have much improved. You are not so shy as you were, hah? Not so worried about how you look!" You definitely made a difference, Mister Fiore."He squinted at me. "Why you keep calling me Mister Fiore? Hah? 'Mister'? Ha-ha! It is Fiore to you, my friend, Martha's friend. Fiore!" Another slap on the back. He stood back and looked me over..