You either submit to me, or we let the world know the real Becky O'Hare."After several moments of thought, she appeared to reach a decision. Mumbling ...eekly, she replied, "I'll do as you ask." Smart decision. I guess you're not as dumb as you look, whore," I replied sarcastically.There it was again, that hurt expression. I couldn't understand why my comments were affecting her in that manner. I expected them to make her angry or to make her resist. But I certainly wasn't expecting a hurt. I made the copier busy with the printouts Robert gave me last night.In the talk over the first cup there Ben made no mention of being sworn in next Thursday afternoon and I did not bring it up. I wondered if Ben knew, or had that decision been made within the President’s inner circle in a planning session? That would certainly narrow down the possible leak.Staying with the routine Troy, Frank, Eric and the President appeared at the door with a mug in hand.“Come into my office; we need to have a. .. and recalled that I didn’t revive Wilhelmina Halleck. The difference was striking. The point, of course, was that I had the right and authority to do with the dead as I deemed fit. Some I would bring back to life as undead retainers and such. Others I would leave to their natural fate. I had shown both fates now to the local citizenry. They would know that I kept my own counsel and made my own decisions which way to go.“Well now, my friend, I can’t allow someone who was just under temporary. I didn’t have lunch and dinner that day and I had locked myself in my room. I could hear my parents and Manish talking downstairs but I couldn’t make out what they were talking. Maybe they were talking about how to make me forget about all of these incidents. I didn’t realize when I slept that day but I was woken up by Manish as he knocked up on my door at around 9:00 am the next morning.It was Christmas morning and it was very cold. I went to open the door and saw Manish. I wanted to punch him.