I would like to thank darkangel718310 & Annieandy. They were great editors. Any errors are my fault. I went back and had a nerdgasm over certain paragraphs after they were edited. There is a lot of detail and it takes time to get to the sex. There will be mistakes feel free to help me improve, by telling me what can be fixed.
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It's now three years after Mathew was surprisingly elected to the U.S Senate.
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It was an early morning in London, England, in the basement of the US Embassy. Sarah Harris sat outside the office of Section Chief Henry Reinhold.
After ten minutes of silence, the secretary's phone rang and Sarah was waved in. She tried her best to steady herself as her stomach became upset.
"Sarah, thanks for meeting with me so quickly. Take a seat," Reinhold said as Sarah mapped out the room with her photographic memory. She'd been assigned to the London desk for a year now and had never seen his office. Truth be told, she was rarely ever in headquarters. It was rumored she had an office and a desk somewhere in here.
"How are you Sarah?" Reinhold asked as he peered into a classified binder.
Sarah didn't have time to respond before Reinhold asked her another question.
"The Russian died under your watch, is this correct?"
"It was complicated. He got off the plane clearly poisoned; it was out of our hands." Sarah tried to explain as she began to feel more discomfort.
"This isn't a physiatrist's office. I want yes or no answers to yes or no questions! Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. Yes, he died on my watch." Sarah said as she thought simple answers really don't go hand in hand with intelligence gathering.
"Were you able to extract intelligence?" Reinhold asked.
"Yes and no." Sarah said griping her stomach.
"Which is it? Do you have the memory stick or not?" Reinhold asked unrelentingly.
"I swallowed it." Sarah said, as for the first time Reinhold began to smile.
He looked at the petite twenty-nine-year-old with her cute, angelically soft features; he never expected that from somebody appearing so delicate. "I understand the FSB and her majesty's finest were closing in on your location, quick thinking.... You've surprised me. That doesn't happen often. You've done great work here over the past year, and everywhere else you've been assigned. Ms. Harris, after your mission is over you're to report to the directorate for Clandestine operations at Langley."
"I don't understand?"
"You're being promoted, Ms. Harris."
"I understand that sir, but you said when my mission is over?"
"When I get my memory stick back," Reinhold said pulling out some prune juice, "You're in luck I have this, British food has never agreed with me," he said cracking a smile.
Three days later, Sarah was in Washington DC.
It wasn't the promotion she'd expected. No title or desk in Langley, at least she got to be close to her family. Sarah was tasked with gathering Intel on a Pakistani Restaurant in DC. German Israeli and Signals Intelligence had picked up chatter that led to the restaurant.
Sarah opened up a bookstore directly across the street from the restaurant. She was alone all day, no customers either, as she translated Punjabi and other Pakistani dialects alone, but there was really little to do. This had been going on for weeks now.
Sarah was in her apartment in a DC suburb when she just had an urge to go out. She hadn't done that in a while. Pretty much for the last year, she hadn't gone out at all. She called up her sister, her girlfriends, everybody; they were all busy.
Sarah jumped in a taxi and headed for McKay's tavern. She was dressed in her gladiator pumps, and her tightly wrapped black dress with strategic cuts to showcase her perky breasts. Within seconds of being in the bar and sitting at the counter, there were tons of eyes in her direction both opposite and same sex.
Sarah was the topic of discussion at the table in the far corner, of the bar. Her golden brown hair illuminating under the specific spot she chose. "You're a pussy if you don't go over there." Erick said tauntingly.
"Erick fuck you, I need to head home early for tomorrow, I have the select committee on intelligence, and I have to be sharper than sharp for that." Mathew stated pointedly.
"Thank god I'm just the Chief of Staff." Erick said as he finished the rest of his beer. "You know a typical Chief of Staff is in the office before his or her Senator right?" Mathew stated, looking down from his glasses authoritatively.
"The typical Chief of Staff is smarter than his boss, but you fucking shit PhD's so here we are, you know if you don't go after black dress girl I will." Erick said, baiting Mathew.
"What would Stacey think about that?" Mathew asked.
"My wife likes to see her man happy." Erick said, laughing, knowing she'd cut his cock clean off if he ever cheated on her, and even though he joked he would never do that, she was the only woman for him.
As they argued, a blond haired twenty- something guy began to hit on Sarah or 'the girl in black' as she'd been dubbed. "Well look there, you lost your chance." Said Erick, but as he said that, the blonde eye-candy overstepped his bound as he began to grope Sarah.
Sarah was now visibly sparring with Blondie, and Mathew was on his feet right away. "Is everything okay here?" Mathew asked as he arrived.
