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"Well... my name is... uhm... Jacqueline. I am... I am from Paris and I... uhm, I came here last month," Jacob was making it up on the fly, for some reason remembering a character from a movie he had seen a few weeks ago.
"Oh, you are from Paris. I didn't notice your accent. You're not lying to me, are you, Jacqueline? I wouldn't want to have to tell Juan," Rodrigo warned, looking up from the control panel to stare into the eyes of the woman who for a moment seemed a little angry.
"No, no, of course not," Jacob's mind was racing. 'Accent?! Fuck! What am I supposed to do? What if he knows I'm lying?' He decided to play dumb, hoping to deflect any suspicion. "Maybe it's because of that thing that I changed. Maybe my voice was affected by that."
"Yeah, maybe," Rodrigo agreed. He pressed another button after Jacob had answered and a bright light engulfed her. "Now, continue. Tell me what are you doing here in the United States?"
"Well, I am... I am working at a hospital as a nurse," answered Jacob. 'Shit! I should've said something else. Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
"Interesting," said Rodrigo as he watched the readings on the control panel. "And why are you working as a nurse in a US hospital, when you should be in Paris? You said you were here for a month!" Rodrigo decided to try to catch the girl in a lie, because he suspected something was not right.
"I... uhm, well, you see I... uhm," Jacob stammered, unsure how to continue. He felt how his body was tingling, and his legs were shaking. It was like he was being electrified. 'What the hell is this thing doing to me?!'
"So, Jacqueline," Rodrigo interrupted. "Why did you come to America?"
"I am an illegal immigrant, sir," Jacob said quietly, looking down at his feet, hoping that this lie would satisfy Rodrigo. "I'm sorry that I'm not telling the truth. I... I didn't know what else to say." 'I'm so sick of this asshole! Fuck him and his questions! I can't wait to beat the shit out of him! Then I will arrest him for everything that he has done.'
"It's okay, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong," said Rodrigo and continued, while Jacob realizing that his vision was blurring, and he was starting to feel very lightheaded. "Just continue telling everything about yourself."
"Uhm... okay... I am a... uhm, 18 y-year... o-ooold... I am... uhm," Jacob tried to continue, but it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate on what he was saying and thinking clearly. Some images of life in Paris suddenly started to flash in his mind as if he was watching a movie from first-person perspective. But, then it all became more and more blurry, and finally Jacob's vision went black.