“We want her to work with us but how can we trust her?” the CIA agent continued his rant.
I looked at him and smiled wickedly and decided to speak up for myself and keep my honor holding my head up, I felt like a queen, I was ahead, but I had to keep my cool in order not to give myself away, the game is still on and we need to keep it together if we both want to be free and alive.
“Sir, I am sorry for what I have done, but there were no ill intentions I promise.” I said.
He looked at me as if I put cyanide in his tea and he drank it and I told him that it was poisoned only after he took a sip. I have you up my sleeve. I took a deep breath and remembered all the things that happened to me to make myself cry and continued on my rant.
“I am a scared, and tricked woman, I love him and I am sure that he didn’t do the things that you are accusing him of, I swear he’s not a bad guy.” I cried.
Hot tears were streaming down my face and Mr. Green gave me a handkerchief to wipe my tears and blow my nose into. The CIA agent gulped loudly, now I have you, I am powerful and I am over you. I started to shake, I wanted to laugh, skip and dance but I couldn’t show it, cold head, cool mind, I need to continue with what I learned to do, I need this. They almost walked into my trap, I need to keep going. I need to win this chess game. I ought to, not for me, but for my relationship and to escape the juror and life in prison. I sobbed loudly I couldn’t keep it straight any longer the thoughts of how Andrey and me fought hit me like cold water and I started to bawl I couldn’t stop, I remembered all the fights that we have had and the fact that we were married, we actually got married in Russia and I brought him here, I gave birth to our son and we were happy, until we decided to move, I convinced him to move here, I wanted us to have a happy life and for a while we did, we both worked the child was healthy and happy, until we moved here and he met that guy. I'll never forget him or his face. After a long day we left our son Damon with Alex. And went to a bar where we met Mr. Hendrich. He was an interesting man, he looked like an ordinary man, nothing special. He offered Andrey a job, he spoke very horrible English but understood, he stuck him into some office where there were documents and he wanted him to translate into Russian and send them overseas. I remember the conversation that they had one of the nights that he came over.