“What’s with the accent, Queen Victoria? Thought I was signing up for the US Army.”
–I didn’t know our government had such good taste in secretaries. What’s your name, darling?
I conducted my own investigation because no one listens to me. I got away with it because no one looks at me. Because, unless I have your reports, your coffee, or your lunch, I’m invisible.
You think you know me. But I’ve never been more than what each of you has created. To you I’m the stray kitten left on your doorstep to be protected, the secretary turned damsel in distress, the girl on the pedestal transformed into some daft whore. You’re behaving like children. What’s worse, what’s far worse, is that this is just shoddy police work.
You’re a man who says “I love you” whilst looking over a woman’s shoulder into the mirror. Steve Rogers dedicated his mind, his body, his life to the SSR and to this country, not to your bank account. I made the same pledge, but I’m not as good as Steve was. I forgot my pledge running around for you like a corporate spy. So thank you, Howard, for reminding me who Steve was and what I aspire to be.
I don’t need a congressional honor. I don’t need Agent Thompson’s approval or the president’s. I know my value. Anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.
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Photos: Steven Rosen Photography