The President's Order

Valerie stirred the milk absentmindedly. She still couldn't bring herself to believe what just transpired between her and the President. In her entire existence, if anyone had told her that Ethan would do what he did, she would have disbelieved the person. She thought out loud.

“That is really the height of it! What the hell does he take me for? I'm supposed to be out there having fun, oh, but hell no! Here I am even on my day off.”

She was still talking to herself when she felt someone's presence, and shut her mouth.

“You can't help but talk to yourself now, can't you?”

Without sparing a glance, she knew who it was instantly. No one else but Anastasia. “I'm not in the mood for dilly-dallying, Anastasia. If I were you, I'd stay away from me.”

Glaring hard at her, Anastasia laughed coldly. “What makes you think I'm afraid of you? Who do you think you are, Valerie? You just came into the mansion a few weeks ago, and you expect everyone to be afraid of you. Oh, you're a lousy joker, Va