Brian was forced to pause, and then he turned to look at the lady. “Trust me…” The First Lady continued, her voice buzzing with contempt. “You do not want my husband to hold you in contempt…” She covered the little space between them, a scowl etched on her face. “He told me about the little past he shared with your Father, and I am only imagining how merciful the President is. What he has given you is a great opportunity. Anyone would grab it without questioning…” Matilda grunted, her visage glowing with both curiosity and annoyance. “This is a second chance, and you shouldn’t let it slip through your fingers…” “So I have heard.” Brian retorted, nodding with a wry smile. The silence that followed echoed with suspense, but the lady looked like she was only going to speak when spoken to. “I have not committed any crimes against the government. Even when the Mayor of this very City tried to trespass on my property, I didn’t press any charges. I have been a dutiful and obedi

“Don’t worry…” Brian returned his gaze to the man and sighed softly. “I am not about to ask you what the President’s itinerary is. I have something else in mind…” He indicated, holding onto his smile.“What is that?” Scott didn’t ask because he was eager to answer, he just responded because he was curious. “Tell me…” Brian scanned the ambiance and only continued when he was convinced that they were the only ones standing inside the courtyard, and even around. “How often does the President have meetings with the Mayors of the different Cities in this country?”“Oh…” Scott seemed kind of disappointed as he had expected to hear something else. “Very often, Mr. Regal…” He responded, and when he saw the dissatisfaction on Brian’s face, he decided to go further.“Ideally, he has monthly meetings with every Mayor in this country, but sometimes…” Scott paused to take a deep breath. “… he has regular meetings with certain Mayors who have specific reasons to see him, aside from the usu

Brian nodded the moment he took the phone from him, then he operated for two seconds.“Done.” He said casually, lifting his eyes from the screen.The next second, a beep followed, resounding from inside the vehicle.Instantly, and with his nerves high, the middle-aged man searched the car until he found his phone underneath his scarf. His eyes widened the moment he saw the notification, his hands trembling at the weight of the money that seemed too heavy for him. “You were not kidding…” He returned his eyes to Brian, struggling to keep his gaze narrowed. “Can I have my car now?” Brian demanded, lifting his hand toward the man.“Yes! Yes!” The man nodded, scrambling to grab the door.“One moment, Sir!” He had to return to the car, searching in a hurry until he found what he was looking for.“This is the only thing I have about my wife…” He explained politely, holding tightly to the picture. His smile doused when he saw the slight impatience on Brian’s deadpan expression,

“Where is he?” Scott still didn’t have the answer to the question, his head feeling too heavy to be lifted. Even with the coziness of the weather, he could still feel the sweatballs rolling down his back. “I have no idea, Mr. President.” His voice was unstable, his heart beating really fast.“He said he wanted to go somewhere last night…”“Where?!” Arthur sparked, boiling with impatience. Scott slowly lifted his face, his breath still quaking inside him. “I have no idea, Mr. President. I offered to drive him to wherever he wanted to go, but he insisted he wanted to go on his own.” The President snarled, eyes flaming with disapproval.“You had just one job to do, Scott.” He pointed, fuming in a rage. “I asked you to make sure you keep your eyes on our guest, but you just let him leave on his own. What if something happens to him?!”“I am so sorry, Mr. President!” Scott apologized, his head bending to the ground again.“I will go look for him, right away.” He swore, t

“I know you all must be wondering why he is here…” The President pointed to Brian, holding onto a deadpan expression.There was a silent murmuring, and even those who kept their eyes on Brian for a longer time returned them to the President.“Are we supposed to know who he is, Mr. President?” Asked one of the ladies seated by the right side of the table.She was not only the youngest, but when it came to class, her dressing was top-notch.She looked lovely for the eyes to behold, perfect face, unblemished skin, and pupils that were almost as sharp as those of cats. She returned her gaze to Brian and continued the intensely long stare. Brian also had his eyes on her, but he seemed to be the only one who had that look of palpable recognition on his face.The lady didn’t look like she truly cared to know who he was, a condescending look on her face. “Deputy Minister?” Rex called out, and at the President’s silent gesture, he proceeded to give a response to the lady’s utterance