’ It was morning when Petra finally woke. She was still groggy from the medication. Her arms felt like lead and her mouth was dry. She weakly turne... her head and saw a doorway. Outside she could see the Nurse’s station. She knew where she was now. It was when she raised her hand to her head to brush away a stray hair that she noticed the bandages on her wrists. She closed her eyes and tried to remember. It came to her in fragments. She had come home, threw her keys on the coffee table and went. Then he said ok I am coming at point directly I want you on my bed and I ensure you that you will get this job. I was shocked and said sorry I can’t do this better I should leave then he said you have my number think about it and inform me before Friday I will wait for your response.Then I came back to room.Different type of thoughts are continuously running in my mind about my career, my family, my relatives and somewhere in my mind I also know that it’s a golden chance for me to start. I know what the people want." Just then, Graham put a finger to his ear."We have a caller on the line, a very special guest, the President of the United States of America." I tried to remain calm, but I could not help be excited. "Hello Mr. President. Have you any questions for The White Angel." Good evening everyone. I would usually hold a press conference for such news, but I wanted to give the information personally to The White Angel. I respect her privacy and would not request her to. Even after she's done so much wrong to you, you defend her. This is the man that deserves to be loved by a woman that will treat him right." Bea spoke wistfully holding his hand to her cheek. The pastor spoke up"Shall we continue the proceeding?" He asked. Bea clutched onto her father before he could protest, stuffing his face into her chest. "Yes we are!" Bea proclaimed definitively. Her father struggled but the pastor went on as if nothing was amiss. "And do you, Donald take Bea to be your.