I’m talking to the press, when I feel someone bump into me, I stumble forward and i quickly turn around, pissed. Then I see her face. The fear recognizable. My expression softens, worry filling my face and I pull her off the ground. I turn to my assistant schedule my meeting for later. And tell and tell the press to cut the fucking Cameras. It’s annoying. I turn to you what are you running from? I say, slowly letting her go
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