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Epilouge for Chernowitz Creative Writing Assignment
I felt as if the bundle of nerve fibers behind my optic nerve were about to explode as I swerved out of Anderson Avenue and into Centre Street in my rusty, outdated 1986 cobalt-blue Corvette. The tires squealed in protest as I slid across the bumpy asphalt like an intoxicated driver. Being a Secret Service agent was exhilarating and full of adventure, but I’d love nothing more than to kick back and relax with Matty, my wife, nestled next to me on the couch. But my wacky motor skills were the very least of my worries. “I have been meaning to talk to you, Deputy Director Cherno.” alleged my employer, president Bill Clinton on that faithful day. “What about?” I implored, a tinge of worry blossoming in my chest as I plopped down into an adjacent leather chair. Clinton fiddled with some paperwork, shifted in his swivel chair, and spoke firmly. “Bob…I have detected a significantly noticeable decline in your performance as an agent. Needless to say, it worries me, Bob. It worries me. It worries me that I cannot sleep well at night knowing that America could possibly plunge into turmoil due to recklessness on your part.” I was utterly flabbergasted. Me? Reckless? What a pompous statement! “With all due respect sir , I am absolutely positively not reckless. Not to burst your bubble, but I happen to be one of the most seasoned practitioners in this agency!” I quibbled, undoubtedly stretching the truth a little. Bill simply waved a hand dismissively and keyed in a few sequences into the database of his computer. “ As much as it
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