King of Slaves (Jenna's Story) (The Slave Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

would have been better for you.” Erin agreed. “It’s a shitty thing to do because if you accept his apology, you’ll have to stay six months in a place you detest. But if you go back, you take away schools, hospitals, and… well, basically a better future for millions of people.”
    “When did the president make these demands?”
    “This morning.”
    “But it’s evening now… and I’m still here. Why haven’t they at least let me out of here?”
    “We don’t know,” Nick said. “But my guess is pride. The king is furious at being dictated by foreign leaders.”
    “Do you think he’s crazy enough to ignore her demands?”
    “No,” Nick said firmly. “It’s all over the news, and Angela Merkel, the Chancellor of Germany, and other heads of state in European countries are threatening to pull back their support as well, if this isn’t resolved quickly. King Kopilus has no choice.” 
    Erin patted Jenna’s shoulder sympathetically. “Just hang in there, you are getting out… very soon. I’ve asked all my Facebook friends to pray for you.”
    Jenna smiled. “That’s nice of you, Erin… What about my luggage, did it arrive?”
    “I checked with the airline and they said it was delivered to the hotel, but no one has seen it. I’m so sorry, hon, but I brought you your yoga pants and sweater. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable and scarred you must have been in this soulless place.”
    “Thank you.” Jenna was happy to get her comfortable clothes and didn’t care one bit how she would look in them, or even if they were dirty from her long journey. She felt like she couldn’t breathe in Erin’s clothes, and it had made it hard to sleep.
    Nick and Erin stayed as long as they were allowed to but after an hour a guard came and signaled that it was time for them to go.
    Alone again, Jenna took the chance to get out of her clothes and stripped down to her underwear. She washed herself by the sink, wishing she could have showered and washed herself more intimately, but there was a video camera in the top corner of the room and she didn’t know if anyone was watching her or not.
    Wearing her comfy clothing made her feel a bit better. At least she could breathe now and she knew she wasn’t forgotten about. People cared and wanted her out. The king would have to let her go soon, but for now, all she could do was sit and wait, hoping that it would be minutes instead of hours or days until she was freed.
    Without her cell phone or a watch, it was hard to tell time, but it felt like hours before the door finally opened and a guard came in, signaling for Jenna to follow him.
    She walked in bare feet, carrying Erin’s clothes and pumps up the stairs. The higher up they got, the more majestic it became.
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked the guard but received no answer until she was shown inside a huge, beautiful, and very masculine office where the two “runners” were waiting for her.
    The king sat in a chair with a scowl on his scarred face. His friend stood by the window with his attention focused on her.
    “Come closer,” the friend said and pointed to a chair next to the king.
    Jenna was happy she knew about her president demands. Even dirty, annoyed, and hungry she still felt empowered, knowing that the most powerful president in the world had her back, and she understood that although it had never been her intention, she was facing the king on behalf of not only herself, but all women.
    If the king wanted his country rebuilt, he needed her. 
    Negotiations were her father’s specialty, and you couldn’t be a senator’s daughter without picking up a few things. She knew they had intentionally kept her down in the basement for as long as possible to make her soft; it was for the same reason they hadn’t allowed her to shower and dress better before this meeting. They counted on the imbalance between her physical state and theirs to make her feel inferior and more compliant. They were