JULY "WELCOME TO THE White House, Agent Mercado," the President greeted me. I shook his hand and smiled. He did the same. We are currently in the reception area/living room of the White House, the President’s house. Guards who are wearing white barongs are all over the corners, standing like statues. I turned around and secretly smiled. Typical bodyguards are too obvious. "Pleased to meet you in person, Mr. President." "Pleasure is mine, Agent. I am so happy that Valiente sent over one of their greatest agents," he said with a pleased smile. "And one of the beautiful ones, too." I just smiled and nodded. When he said that, I felt so flattered. But I'm used to such compliments, so that's normal for me. "Sit down, Agent Mercado," said the President to me. "You can call me July, Mr. President. The "agent" is very obvious," I said, still smiling as I sat down. "Emil's people are super humble.“ He was talking about my grandpa, who is his friend. He sat down as well. “You inherited
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