He Is Mr. President

“Firstly, I sincerely thank you, sir. Second, I’m not pretending at all. And third! I AM NOT AT ALL INTERESTED IN YOU! Remember it well. All right, my business here is done. I say goodbye.” Somewhat sick of looking at that face, Lunatte immediately rushed away.

Lunatte continued to chatter in a low voice. Russell could hear a little. The man is just silent. Continue to pay attention to Lunatte until finally, the woman disappears from his sight.

***’

It was the second time Lunatte came to Mr. President’s room. Lunatte really wanted to thank this man.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Lunatte kept on knocking. Too bad, there was absolutely no reply from within. The door would not open.

“Definitely Mr. President is very busy. Does he really not in here? What should I do, hm? After all, I’m just an ordinary worker. Is it polite to meet him in person? But until now, I still don’t know how the figure of Mr. President.” Lunatte began to imagine.

The image of a man whose hair had turned to ashes but still