Sir Ares, Goodnight

"I don't care who it is. I want to discharge and no one will stop me."

A pair of angry bloodshot eyes glared sharply at Grayson. "You'll sign the documents for a discharge if you want to keep your job."

Utterly shocked, Grayson quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course, Mr. President. I'll get right to it."

Grayson scrambled out of the room and was met face-to-face with Angeline.

"How'd it go? Did the president change his mind?"

Shock remained on Grayson's face as he shook his head dazedly. "The president has made his choice, Missus. There's nothing I can do."

Looking at Angeline, Grayson pleaded pitifully, "The president has always listened to you, Missus. I'm sure he'll change his mind if you're the one persuading him."

Angeline felt herself waver. "What a stubborn mule. Why won't he listen to reason? Maybe I should persuade him instead?"

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What should she do?

still weak. To get angry with her right now would do more harm

suddenly turned around to the nurses' station and picked up a mask. She stretched it to its extent and tucked it behind her ears.

Grayson replied earnestly, "The president knows your appearance like the back of his

snatched off an extra care worker uniform from

was taking too long. Grayson feared any further delay would anger the already impatient president. It would only end up exploding

Angeline asked again, "Am I still