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“In fact, I’d be very interested in picking you up, throwing you over my shoulder, and carrying you right into my bedroom.” My God, he’s brazen. No one has ever spoken to me like that. Hell, no one would ever dare speak to the President’s daughter like that—certainly not the far-too-appropriate men I’ve dated, the ones who wear suits and have the best educations money can buy. This man is in no danger of being one of those too-appropriate men.

No… Madeline’s heart started racing. At this moment, she heard the man’s voice that was as clear as day coming from the crowd. He said, “Everyone, even though I’ve changed my image, don’t worry, I’m still the same man you know. I’m the current president of Whitman Corporation, Jeremy Whitman.” The man’s seductive voice sounded hoarse when it fell into Madeline’s ears. At that moment, Madeline felt as if her heartbeat had gone into overdrive.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Lopez. I am Clark Montecastro.” His voice carried calm authority as he extended a hand and offered his calling card to both women. Jessica and Mylene couldn't move, momentarily stunned, realizing this impossibly young, impossibly refined man was none other than the president of Bluestar Books & Co. Clark settled into his seat as though he owned the room, crossing one leg over the other with ease. He began speaking right away, his tone smooth and assured, without even the slightest nod toward an apology for being late. “Well, Ms. Lopez,” Clark began, his tone calm but direct, “you may be wondering why your book still hasn’t reached our outlets.”

he asked, tapping his fingers in the rim of his glass. The unknown man just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “You know me, ” he said, “I am in demand. I don’t normally join parties like this but hey, there’s something interesting going on in this table that I just had to sneak in.” Something interesting? What is he talking about? The president seemed to catch his drift because I saw him pinch the handle of the glass. That made the Indian man grin. “May I know who this gorgeous woman is, Mr. President?” the man named Rohan said. He tilted his head to the side and glanced at me, showing his white smile.

He was now reading the book I saw with him earlier. He lowered the book he was holding and turned to me. "You can stay here until the rain stops." I looked around. The room looked more like a typical living room than an office. There is a TV set, a sofa, and a coffee table. I noticed an organizational chart posted on the left side of the wall. My eyes focused on Lenos' picture who was on the topmost part of the chart. I read his name. 'Lenos Andrew Villarama. President.' Damn, even his name sounded good in the ears.

From the office I had gotten into the car and was riding straight home. “I don’t understand…” I said just as my guard rushed to my side. “You need to see this, mr president?” His serious tone had me knowing something was seriously wrong and I followed him to a secure location. “This had better be important,” was all I could say before I left the crowd. I followed the man to the car as he got out his phone to show me a headline which read, ‘PRESIDENT’S SCANDALOUS SECRETS REVEALED!’ I was uneasy and full of dread after reading it.

I learned from the best. “He is the real deal. He is good for the American people. He has both liberals and conservatives. He even managed to get a significant minority of the republican vote. Richard Davis is the President of the United States. Coming here telling me I’m a boss?” Alyssa chuckled folding her hands over her chest. “What do you want?” Henry looked at her in silence. She repeated the question. He took out a small envelope from the pocket of his coat and slid it to Alyssa.

She grabbed her files then headed for the President's office which was opposite hers. In the President's office, there was a pin drop silence and it gives one an eerie feeling. A Young Man and Woman were standing with their head slightly bowed. The Man was clutching into a Tablet, he was the president's personal assistant, Korin Cage. The young woman had her hand clutching unto a Black covered file, she was Yelena's Assistant, Halle Smith. In front of them, was the Wooden table which belongs to the President and behind the table Sat the President who had a pen in his hand which he continuously clicked on as seconds pass by.

While the middle-aged men appeared anxious, this lady Amanda looked all calm. "I am from the president's office," she said and extended the document. "He said I should bring this to you. The signature is not right." "The president's office!?" "The president's office!?" The two men shot to their feet, their eyes widening. And a big frown formed on Amanda's face. "Y–You, are you really from the president's office?" The first man pointed a trembling finger at her. "She must be joking. I've never seen her face before," said the second man.

Artemis' POV "Mr. President is in his office?” I asked Junio ​​who didn't seem to have any intention of talking to me but he looked at me for a while before he cleared his throat. "Not yet. The employee can have breakfast first. Mr. President is guaranteed to be late because the first lady has finally got here." His voice was cold when he said that. My lips slowly parted when I realized what he said.