Without wasting time let me come to the story fast. The story begins with my cousin sister(Preeti).she is 24 and looks pretty good. I am working in MN... at new Delhi. One day I got a call that Preeti is coming to new Delhi for taking some interview. I had no idea about that but still I prepared myself to catch her.She was waiting for me at the bus stand I gave her a ride on my bike. Readers I want to tell you that I was not having any feelings to my sister before but after reading stories here. “We’ll find her, don’t worry” he said, resting his hand on her back.“It’s all so dreadful. I know she’s in trouble, I can feel it. Maurice, we’ve got to get to her. What is they are filming it? Eh? I’ve read about these things. There are some very sick people out there.”“We’ll find her. When Andre gets here, we’ll set off. I think we’ll need the help of Jim”“But you were so rude to him. I don’t know if he’ll want to face you, anyway!” she sobbed.“I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?”. They probably think I am dead. They told me not to get involved; but, well, you know how the young are: full of themselves. That was me."I knew some magic. Not a lot, but enough to be of a little use to the one who hired me. The pay was good, and I thought I was doing right. Trouble with that, is you might not be as right as you think you are. Towards the end, we saw some mighty evil things done in the name of what was 'right'," he stopped, a sad look on his face."That's pretty much when I. It wasn't a simple decision but one thing kept creeping into the back of my mind, "What if he isn't reelected?" The other consideration was the money. I already lived in a very nice apartment and I was now averaging $12,000 a month. That's something like a hundred forty grand a year, tax free! So, I thought I'd run this by Jan. I called her that night and heard, "Hi, this is Jan. I'm out. Leave your name and number and I'll return your call." I left my name. She called back the next morning.