Wrong route

Racheal went with the intelligence officer, while wondering why her father called so soon.

It was not like he cared about her, or even missed her.

Perhaps he was trying to put on an appearance for her in-laws, because she could not imagine him calling just to check up on her and ask how well she was settling in.

She scoffed.

“This way please.” The intelligence officer said, showing her around a bend. And then they were standing in front of a heavy glass door.

Racheal gently pushed the door open and found herself standing in a huge hall with people seated at cubicles working on computers and whispering into their headphones.

“Come ma'am.” The intelligence officer said and began walking ahead, down the hall.

She finally stopped in front of a chair facing three men in suits who were staring intently at her.

“Please take a seat.” One of the men said.

Racheal sat down, all the while wondering if she was really going to sit and have a phone conversation in front of these people.

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