Stepping out of the car, President Hays looked at his secretary Harper repeatedly wiping the sweat from his forehead and gulping his spit again and again.
He perfectly looked like a man who saw something unimaginable and couldn't digest it or speak about it, afraid to be called a lunatic.
"What happened?" President Hays asked gravely entering the Hays international.
Harper moved closer to his president and whispered, "President Hays, she is alive and she is sitting in your office using your computer."
The old man paused without believing his ears. He turned to his secretary and hissed, "Somebody broke into my office and what the hell are you doing here instead of reporting to the security?"
Harper felt his back dripping in sweat as he dabbed his handkerchief on his forehead, "President Hays, what do you expect me to tell?" He felt like crying.
