Emma Sinclair: pacing, arms crossed Really? You think I had an affair? In the Oval Office? With memory loss? Seriously?
Don't deny it. We're tested and proven to be intimate with each other. How did you find yourself in my embrace?
smirking Oh, believe me, I remember everything. We were definitely hot and heavy back then, weren't we? But let's not get lost in our memories, shall we?
Yes, we were, and I still desire you tonight. But where have you been?
rolling her eyes Oh, I've been busy running a company, you know? But let's not forget about your own affairs. sits down on the desk, crossing her legs
Alright, you win. Where have you been and why did you disappear?
leaning forward, smirking Well, I've been doing some "exploring" of my own, if you catch my drift.
So you admit having an affair with me while married?
laughs sarcastically Oh, come on! You seriously thought I was going to admit to having an affair with you?
No, I don't remember, so I asked again.
raising an eyebrow Well, aren't you just a forgetful little rabbit? Look, I don't have time for this nonsense.
You have no idea how important this is to me. My memory loss has made me a laughing stock. I can't remember anything.
leaning back, smirking Oh, sorry Mr. President, but I can't remember having an affair with you either. Seems like someone's got a case of mistaken identity on their hands.
Then I must have been having an affair with someone else that looks just like you. That's the only explanation.
throws her head back and laughs Oh, you're good, Mr. President! Mistaken identity, huh? That's a new one. stands up and walks towards Fantassi
This is very serious. I don't know who I married. Who are you really?
Emma Sinclair reveals that she has been leading a double life and has another family apart from Fantassi
puts her hands on her hips, looking exasperated Wow, you really are dense, aren't you? Look, let's cut to the chase here.
leans against the desk, giving Fantassi a mischievous smile Alright, Mr. President, here's the deal. I'm not who you think I am.
Okay, start talking already. I'm listening.
takes a deep breath Alright, buckle up, Mr. President. Here's the truth. I'm actually a secret agent, and I've been undercover for the last year.
A secret agent? Why would you want to marry me?
grinning mischievously Well, Mr. President, let me put it this way. Marrying you was part of my cover.
So, I was part of your cover? And what was the mission?
leans against the desk, crossing her arms Look, Mr. President, I can't divulge all the details of my mission, but let's just say it involved some top-secret information.
I know much about secret info. I run the country on it. Tell me more.
rolls her eyes playfully Alright, fine. You're persistent, I'll give you that.