He pushed me inside the horse chariot and we moved away. I couldn’t believe that he is sitting beside me holding my hands tight and I could feel the...firmness in his grip. When the chariot moves deep inside a forest in a unknown route, I realized that its weekend. Its green all around and number of bodyguards following us disappears one after other. “What’s your name?” he questions. I couldn’t speak “Siinnn .. sinnnuu .. sindhuuu”. He enjoyed my nervousness. He pulled me with his strong hand and. “By whose definition?”She smiled and turned to stroll further along the hall. “That is for me to know and you to figure out.”I followed her, not sure where she was going. She stopped in front of a door at the end of the long, curved hallway. I hadn’t been this deep into the upper level before. We passed about a dozen doors, presumably each leading to an individual play room. The door at the end of the hall was different though. Unlike the “used” appearance of the other doors, this one looked. Arnie was doing what Arnie did best. He”d marshaled his troops, set out the agenda and the plan of action. He”d arranged a meeting with Marion Carswell for the following morning so that, as the paper hit the streets that morning, the information could go to the authorities if appropriate. He”d always enjoyed a healthy working relationship with Carswell even if he hated the sight of her. He was making sure there could ne no criticism of him, the paper or his staff. You had to love him.The copy. "I'm notgoing to school today."Mack opened the door and stuck her head inside so she didn't have toyell. "Just because he's not answering your calls doesn't mean you get tostay home and mope."Zoey rolled over, trying to block out her sister's voice."That's it. I'm going back to the kitchen and spitting in your orangejuice." Fine," Zoey conceded, sitting up. "You wouldn't really spit in my glass,would you?"Mack got an evil grin. "Just get up on time and you won't have to worryabout that." Nerd.".