It was then I realized the back of the dress was still open and I would need someone to lace me up. Downstairs, I could hear mom cleaning up after bre...akfast. She had no idea what I was up to as I had sneaked the package into the house. I guess now was the time she was about to find out."Mom!!" I called out. And waited.Mom came into her bedroom and froze on the spot.I turned slowly to look at her dressed in this Victorian gown with my auburn hair curling around my red face and hanging down free. Being a successful woman in academia required a degree of social sacrifice. Dr. Anderson had to develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way to the top". This had given Jessica a reputation for being an ice queen, but she did not care so long as she was successful.Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she. Finding none nearby, Jeff grew more confident.Stepping farther into the building, Jeff came to a winding, golden staircase, the steps covered in red carpet. Cautiously, the teen began ascending the stairs, not wanting to alert any guards that might be close. Upon reaching the top of the twisting steps, Jeff paused, once again looking around for guards. Seeing none, Jeff continued until he heard the sounds of a woman moaning in pain. Deciding this would be a good time to use his abilities, Jeff. "Apparently they either decided to change their minds, or they needed a filler for the midday news. Either way, it has played already," he told me.Did I really care that it had played already? Not really. The whole interview had left me a little unsettled to begin with. I was still having trouble considering Mathew Spath as a terrorist. I mean... he had been someone I had worked with for almost a year.The Egyptian ambassador, Aamin Malik, was an interesting man. He was an intelligent and.