Everyone gathered, giving me sympathy. Yuck. I love the anonymity of being an assistant. Mr. Jameson tut-tutted over my foot and told me he would take it easy on me. Even Ms. Evans stopped and patted my head like a sick child. I doubt if anyone believed my story. Fine.
Later, my other phone vibrated. Nobody was around so I took it out. Fingerprint, retina scan and 18-digit passcode later, I read the text message.
“Thanks for making the world safe, once again.” It was the president.
Mr. Jameson had joked that at least I had some excitement.
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