Chapter 62

AMY. “What are your plans?” Clinton asked while the chauffeur drove to the conference hall. He was seated by the left while I took the right and I decided to play dumb. “You said you were not interested in this meeting in the first place so I presumed you were scheming something for your father’s downfall.” I glanced at the chauffeur through the rearview mirror but he didn't seem fazed by Clinton’s statement. Rather, he focused on his driving as if he hadn't heard anything. “He is not my father. I refuse to accept that monster," I retorted. “Point taken but you still haven't mentioned your plans.” My eyes squinted at him. “Did Hayes ask you to be a spy for him, because I must say you are doing a really bad job?” He shook his head lightly. “Then I should report you to him. You’re beginning to really piss me off. First it was last night and now, you’re doing it again. If I didn't know better, I would say you’re beginning to act like a traitor.” A tiny smile anchored on his lips.