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assess myself. The suit looked even better than it felt. My features popped out without appealing to crass sexuality. I looked good, really good, but in no way like a tramp. I turned around a few times in the mirror and found myself blinking over and over as if trying to wake from a dream. In the mirror, I could see Strauss watching me, a satisfied look on his face.
    The feeling of elation was short-lived, however. The words, such an important press conference, were ringing in my ears. It dawned on me that I had no idea what the press conference was even about. And what was I even expected to do at this press conference? Anxiety grew in my chest. This was the first real test that I would have to pass. In the mirror, a vision of a woman whose clothes exuded professionalism and confidence filled my eyes. I only hoped that I could make that vision a reality. Holding on to that image in my head, I turned away from the mirror and faced Strauss, standing tall.
    “Alright,” I said. “I’m ready.”
    Alexander Strauss held his arm out towards the elevator doors as they opened, gesturing me in. He walked in and punched a few numbers into the keypad the security guard had used. We descended in silence, passing every floor without stopping. Strauss must have a code to bypass all the floors, hence why none of us had ever seen him in the building, despite the heavy traffic the elevator received. When the doors opened, a huge underground garage came into my vision. A limousine awaited with the back door open, the driver standing by awaiting our arrival. There were no other cars around.
     
    We sat down in the back of the limousine. The windows were all blacked out. The window barricading us from the driver was rolled up. Strauss sat with one leg crossed, looking completely at ease. Panic was beating in my chest, forcing me to lick my lips with a dry tongue.
    “What am I going to be expected to do at this conference?” I asked.
    “The other attendees of the conference will not expect much, if anything, of you,” Strauss said.
    He drank from a glass of water that had two ice cubes in it. It had been waiting in the cup holder for him when we sat down.
    “What will you be expecting of me?”
    “I expect you to trust me,” He said simply.
    I breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure was taken off of me, and I could now relax a little. I still felt the anxiety at being at a press conference after believing that I would not even have a job by the day’s end, but I at least could rest in the knowledge that Alexander Strauss was in control. I liked him being in control.
    “What is the conference going to be about?” I asked, my voice having regained a smooth composure.
    He smiled. “Just follow my lead. Remember,” he said, looking at me now. “Trust me. That is all you need to know for now.”
    “Yes, Mr. Strauss,” I said.
    We rode in silence for the rest of the way. I felt more nervous than I had before I had asked him the questions. I scolded myself for asking him that final question. If I hadn’t asked, I would have been left with the feeling of being let off the hook. Now, I felt that something major was about to happen. There were events brewing that I had no knowledge of, yet I was to be a part of.
     

Chapter Five
     
    The limo stopped. We had arrived. The driver opened the door and the bright sunny day blinded me momentarily. I followed Strauss blindly through a building until we reached a large conference room with a stage. My vision cleared, I could see a lot of reporters, many more than I had anticipated.
    My heart began pumping rapidly in my chest, but everything seemed far away. I was watching myself walk through the room to the stage, eyes turned towards Alexander Strauss as he took the stage. I wondered how many of those eyes burned into me.
    Alexander stood before a podium and addressed the audience. His confidence dominated the room and silence washed over the reporters. I could feel his energy pulsating