Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline's stubborn streak peaked out. "Since we can't proceed with any discharges now, Mr. President, how about you stay for another day-" "Get out!" Furious, Jay's tone shook the ground.

Angeline immediately surrendered. "Okay, okay. Don't get angry, negative emotions are bad for recovery. I'll get out. I'll get out right now."

Then, she ran out without lingering for an extra moment.

In her panic, she had forgotten to shut the door properly behind her.

Jay's eyes sparkled.

From the door drifted in the whispered conversation between Grayson and Angeline.

"How's the president, Missus?" Grayson asked nervously.

"I'm not too sure. He's angry, but that's probably because I didn't approve of his discharge," Angeline answered confusedly.

Then she added, not convinced by her own explanation, "Unless it's menopause?"

Grayson's lips twitched as he reminded. "The president's at the prime of his time, Missus!

Menopause is ages away."

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president's eyes were and how deeply he loved

president recognized the missus, then

leaned against the door, her heart still shaking from residual fear. "I don't

with a saddened tone, "Plus, why would he rage at me like that if he had recognized me? Don't people say 'distance makes the heart grow fonder'? Shouldn't he be elated instead?"

mad searching for you when you left without a goodbye, Missus. Not even once did you message him or tell him you were safe. Do you know

even she

he heard her reply. His eyes became more

tear ducts a

"You're being too impulsive, Missus. You have to be more careful and straighten out your explanation for leaving without a goodbye the next time you see the president, or

her expression one of complete understanding. "Don't worry, I'll come up

Grayson was speechless."..."

Grayson shook his head

on earth who would dare to feed his boss with

persuading the president to change his mind, Grayson had no other choice but to resign himself to proceed with the