"Pre... President Morgan, what is the plan?"
Nathan wanted to say 'You can't win like this.' but buried it.
Alan lazily glanced at him. Once his car went out of the surveillance area, he slammed on the gas pedal and his eyes sharpened ahead like an eagle searching its prey.
Nathan swallowed again and again and his hands subconsciously held the handle and seat. He never went in half the speed Alan was speeding.
He was even scared to open his lips. He had thought he should be around Alan in case of emergency but he regretted it.
He tried to calm his heartbeat but they were drumming against his chest due to speed and Alan's expressionless face.
Alan knew Nathan was staring at him, "Shall I drop you down?"
There wasn't a hint of urgency or fright or anxiousness. It was his usually emotionless voice as if he was sitting in his office.
Nathan stuck with his integrity, "No President Morgan."
