The Classified Files of the State — Part Three
Part Three
The Red Lion is a bar located just steps from the British Parliament. Every Friday at three o’clock in the afternoon, various members of Parliament gather there for beers and cigars, where they discuss the day’s debates and their requests to the central government, often involving proposals to increase taxes on the population.
Their conversations, though often about classified topics, could be overheard by anyone in the bar. After seven pints of beer, secrets became fragile, and confidentiality was compromised. The bar was famous, attracting more tourists than locals. Everyone knew it was a haunt for parliamentarians, and if you wanted to meet one of the people responsible for raising taxes, that was the place to be on a Friday afternoon.
One day, a simple waitress accidentally interrupted a private room at the bar, where a few gentlemen, formally dressed in suits, had clearly lost their restraint after many drinks. When they saw her, they smiled and, with ironic tones, joked, “This is the Secret State files,” followed by mutual laughter. The waitress remained silent, unsure why the remark was so amusing.
She had come to the UK to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. Yet, years later, she still held the same two jobs she had…
