Conspiracy Theory

Suddenly she had a stone face. She looked directly in his eyes. "Wait a minute I need to make a call." Rachel walked towards the phone. She dialed and waited patiently. "C.E.A. Casey speaking, who's calling?" Machiavelli responded, it's Rachel from New York. She continued, "I must assign the Presidential case to Officer Jack Diamond Shuster. He will review all the records, and videos. I'm concerned that if I take the case that it could very well be viewed as a conflict of interest. I know that Jack can handle this one." She smiled and flirted as she looked into Jack's loving eyes.

Rachel appeared to drift away from Jack, as if in deep thought. She placed the phone down. Then sat in her black leather comfortable chair behind her desk. Schuster turned as white as a ghost. He took a deep breath as he lit his cherry cigar. Machiavelli did the same. Together they shared a cloud of smoke.