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Meg took a deep breath and allowed herself to appear in front of what had seemed a million cameras and microphones. She turned around to see Preston giving her an encouraging look. She kept walking toward the podium. There she was greeted by Linda, the White House Press Secretary. She gave a convincing smile, then quickly walked over to the side where Preston was. Meg forced herself to look at the reporters, then began what she thought seemed to be the worst idea that she has ever thought of. She thought to herself, Just get this over with Meg, nothing will go bad because Preston, Linda, and your agents were all right by her side. Besides, the FBI would stop her anyways if she wasn’t supposed to answer anything. She smiled and then started to speak. “Thank you all for coming here today,” she said reluctantly. Her mom and dad always told her to be nice, and for some reason, this came not so naturally. “I figured that you all had questions about the not-so-recent event that has happened to me. As you all know, I was the victim of a kidnapping, and I am sure that you all have questions. So I have gathered you here so I can answer any questions you may have about this event.” She looked over at Preston and Linda who both gave her an approving smile. She looked back at the reporters, “So what are some of your guy’s questions?” “Meg, how do you feel about what happened? Did you see his face? Did you know where he was going to take you? Where did he take you? Do you know why

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