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?"

exhaled a sigh of

Angeline approached the hospital room's door. Despite it only being a few steps' worth of distance, walking

reason unbeknownst to her, Jay Ares' ferocious

me and no plastic surgery. Don't ponder these taboos, or I shall never

had done both

was unlikely that he would

What should she do?

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

it to its extent and tucked it behind her ears. Such a disguise ended up covering a large half of her small face. "Do I look recognizable like

"The president knows your appearance like the back of his hand, Missus. He'll easily tell you apart from others

from the nurses' station and pulled it over her white

feared any further delay would anger the already impatient president.

Angeline asked again, "Am I still