Chapter 3

Chapter One:

Zoe grew tired of the trickle of information that Congressman Francis Underwood was leaking to her. The intrepid reporter wanted more. Although she should have realized that would mean big trouble with Francis. The king maker would be none too happy with her doing a run around, but she had an insatiable desire for the next big story, regardless of how she managed to get the information. The promise of landing the big story outweighed her common sense or duty to do the right thing. She knew what her father and mother back in ‘sticksville’ would say about her capricious behavior. They would have wanted to intervene and get me the hell out of dodge. I wanted to fulfill my contract to bring exclusives to the newspaper I was under contract too and explode my blog numbers at the same time. Her ambition expelled the sense of self preservation, only getting the story mattered. So, if she had to lean on a source who knew who had done what in a bedroom in Washington, than, so be it. But, threats to expose members of congress and their staff can have dire consequences. There are sinister forces at work around the Capitol Beltway and revenge was most definitely taken against those who dared to change the world order ... And, to top it all off Zoe had jumped into bed with one congressman, so why not the transportation king. Zoe had a need to impress her father.

The glass commerce cathedral to transportation, Ryland Trucking was located right off one the interstate lifelines that fed the best of Washington. A place of movers and shaker and liars and damn liars!. Zoe swallowed hard realizing she was in a weak position to negotiate for the manifest of what really was in the tankers ... The pretty reporter was shown to the owner’s office by his assistant. She was left alone to admire the glass floor to ceiling picture windows with a view of the rolling hills of green that led down to the black ribbons of commerce. And, out there on the black asphalt were full tractor trailer trucks shipped goods on the beltway which surrounded Washington D.C.

“Zoe, what an unexpected nice surprise.”

“Hello Harris”

“Please have a seat.” The tanker trucking company owner said offering her a chair in front of his executive desk.

She was wearing a grey rather short skirt and pantyhose though her butt was shaking a little nervous with the importance of the meeting.

“Thank you, Harris.” Zoe Ellen smoothed her dress seat against her butt and had a seat.

He notices a visible panty line across her still fine aged bottom and his fantasies went into overdrive.

“What can I do for you Zoe Ellen?”