Protestor, Part 2

Emily opened the front door.
“Mayor Dixon,” she scowled.
“Do you mind if I come in?” he asked.
The two sat across from each other in the living room as he spoke.
“Listen Mrs. Carr, I greatly apologize for the affects of the chemicals we used against you and the other protestors. I wanted to make sure I apologized personally for that. Now I understand that you are the one who organized the protests, I came back to ask why.”
“You’re the most corrupt politician I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” she yelled, her face red with anger, “You used chemicals against protestors and didn’t even lose your seat! I spent a week confused until the affects wore down, and I’ll be stuck as a girl forever. You wanted to tear down the park and build an oil refinery for a company that YOU OWN! I could keep going all day if I have to.”
“I know you may not agree with me, but what I do is best for the people of this town. Here, watch this video and let me know if it changes your mind,” he said, placing a DVD on the table as he walked out. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” The door closed behind him.