The president's palace was quiet. It was almost midnight time as the moon illuminated the dark skyline. He just found out about a family day that would be held in a week or so. He still waited for his daughter to mention this matter.
If you look over to the highest floor's window, you would find a red-haired man in his late thirties massaging his own head with his thumbs, sitting on his fancy chair with a heavy mind. The pictures of the late presidents hang around the room, watching the man being stressed out over piles of paperwork.
Not to mention that his daughter, Rune, was nagging him to send his best agents to search for her best friend that was gone for two days.
Of course, he tried to search for him, only to find out that the said best friend was apparently going on a vacation with his father and sister. The brother was the one that talked with the school about that.
And he also kind of accidentally found out that his daughter's best friend was the son of-
