This night was destined to be restless. Doreen Pulitzer would wake up almost every half hour.Each time, she would whisper a word in fear."Blood."Ferguson Kennedy held her all the while, smiling gently, "It's all fake. Go back to sleep, don't overthink it."His right hand kept a gentle, steady rhythm, patting the blanket, like an unspoken lullaby.As dawn approached, Doreen Pulitzer finally calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.Ferguson Kennedy buried his face in her hair, taking a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.Just after 8:30 in the morning, the serene room was suddenly filled with the sound of a phone ringing.Ferguson Kennedy frowned, reaching for the bedside table. He found the phone, but there was no incoming call displayed.Puzzled, he heard the woman in his arms speaking."…I'm sorry, President, I need to take a day off today due to some personal matters.""Yes, I understand. It won't happen again. I apologize…"Doreen Pulitzer held the phone, her tone h
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