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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only being a few steps' worth of distance, walking it felt

reason unbeknownst to her, Jay Ares' ferocious

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was unlikely that he would forgive

What should she do?

still weak. To get angry with her right now would

turned around to the nurses' station and picked up a mask. She stretched 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 this?" Angeline

then back at her alluring eyes, Grayson replied earnestly, "The president knows your appearance like the back of

from

further delay would anger the already impatient

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