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Normal family issues. Is that all?” He appeared as if he was
avoiding the question but she allowed it to pass.
    “ Is
it true that you were engaged once to a woman in Libya?” The
question startled the room and several journalists started to skip
through their notes as if they were searching for that information
but they were unsuccessful. Meagan had luckily gathered that info
through a personal Facebook friend in Libya, who had said that
Marco Mussolini was engaged to a neighbour of hers. His eyes
darkened and his attorney whispered in his ear.
    “ I
was engaged, yes,” he finally remarked.
    “ Why
did it end?”
    “ Personal differences.” His eyes were cold now.
    “ Could it be true that the drug-smuggling act involved that
fiancée?”
    “There was no drug-smuggling act!” he snapped.
“ Gente dire
bugie ! I am an
innocent man.”
    She
nodded and then took her seat. She could tell that she had gotten
him angry but she was only doing her job. She looked up at him and
then noticed him staring expressionless at her but his eyes were
bitter. Oh, good! She thought. I am already enemies with the man
who could help build my career. She fidgeted in her seat until
someone else took the floor. The conference continued on for about
a half hour until she excused herself to use the restroom. She was
getting a little bored just sitting in there for so long and she
had decided to go stretch her legs. Marco Mussolini was a very
handsome man but that was often the cover for some of the most
ruthless males ever. She had to get beneath his skin deep enough to
make him talk about the accusations people still had against him.
She paced slowly in the lonely hall for a while and then returned
to the room. She saw him looking at her and she took her
seat.
    “ As
we all know, Signor Mussolini is a busy man. So, we shall end this
conference meeting and whatever you haven’t heard today, you shall
hear it on your own terms. Good day, ladies and
gentlemen.”
    Marco Mussolini and his ‘posse’ left the room and then the
audience of journalists exited behind.
    “… maybe she needed his attention far more than we know…,” she
heard a female voice say behind her, as they moved through the hall
toward the door.
    “Who
knows…she’s American . I
hear they would do absolutely anything to get a story!”
    Meagan spun around at that point and acknowledged the two
women, who stood wide-eyed in shock. “Are you kidding me? Does it
hurt you that much that I have actually done my homework? Well, ex-cuuse me for being prepared!” And then spun around on her heel and
exited the building as quickly as she could manage to. She frowned
her way to her car and then rest both hands on the top and sighed,
trying to calm herself. How dare them! Her thoughts rang so loudly
in her head that she swore she had said them out loud.
    “Signora Summers?”
    “ What?!” she shrieked and then turned around to see a tall
built man standing before in a dark suit and dark sunglasses. “Who
are you?”
    “I
work for Signor Mussolini…”
    She
rolled her eyes and sighed. “What now? He’s sent his bodyguard to
tie me up because…let me see…I’m damaging his image?”
    The
man removed his sunglasses and she could see the confusion in his
dark eyes. “No…,” he said. “ Strano ! Signor Mussolini would like a word with you.”
    She
raised an eyebrow quizzically at him as he gestured to the black
limousine waiting on the curb. “Why should I trust you or him, for
that matter?”
    The
man put on his sunglasses and shrugged. “It is your choice,
Signora!” he said. “You are a journalist, no?”
    “ What is in it for me?” she said, pointing her chin in the
direction of the vehicle.
    “Signor Mussolini is a very smart but fair businessman. Take it up
with him.”
    Well, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt , she thought and then placed her briefcase in
the car, activating the car alarm before she started walking off.
She then saw the body guard