Rifadoft saw that his words meant nothing to him. He gave a cry of rage and whirled toward the door with a violent sweep of his long, black coat. He said a final word, with a slight laugh of mockery as he walked.
“Fine then! I refuse to endure your dangerous self-obsession any longer. I will leave you now to your Mission and your lofty throne. I am returning home to Hiskitan today. And I’ll watch as all these accusations of plotting and murder rise to the surface and fall around you, Mr. President!”
“David?… David, wait!…”
Schulberhe’s face contorted with sputtering rage and astonishment. He saw Agent Rifadoft take the door handle in his hand, and he was beside himself with fury and desperation. He stormed after Rifadoft, stood erect in the center of the Office, and spat his next words with cruel vehemence.
“You walk out that door, David, and I will see to it that Rachel loses everything!”
At the sound of it, Rifadoft froze.
“You wouldn’t dare…”
Pleased with himself, Schulberhe sneered back.
When Rifadoft didn’t move, Schulberhe ventured a step nearer.
He said, “For all your proud talk, you forget, my friend, how I pulled some hefty strings for you. Remember the small favor I accomplished for you upon our first arrival to these shores?
“You owe me, David. Your little sister’s life is in my hands. All I have to do is say the word to those who fund her hospital expenses, and…”
Rifadoft spun to face him, his gaze afire.
“All right. I get it.”
He breathed a sigh of reluctance.
“I will go to Oleta. I will bring in the girl and destroy Pertinaysha. But you are not to lay a finger or allow harm to come upon my sister. Understood?”
Schulberhe smiled. “Of course, my friend.”
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