Mister President’s Dirty Secret
Tumango si Leticia, “Understood, sir.”
Umupo si Hudson sa kanyang swivel chair, dahan-dahang isinandal ang likod, at pumikit sandali. His face was striking, young, composed, and undeniably commanding. He was in his early thirties, young for a president. Matangos ang ilong niya, may nakahulmang mga panga, at may stubble na lalong nagbigay ng rugged appeal niya sa tuwing wala siya sa amerika na nakakairitang isuot. His thick brows framed his sharp eyes, eyes that had seen pressure, betrayal, and responsibility far beyond his years.
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