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?"

a sigh

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

Jay Ares' ferocious demand echoed in

ponder these taboos, or

done both in the

unlikely that he

What should she do?

body was still weak. To get angry with her

extent and tucked it behind her ears. Such a disguise ended up covering a large half of her small face. "Do

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

uniform from the nurses' station and pulled

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

asked again, "Am