Hannah sat on the bench, stretching out her hand towards him, cooing, "My foot is twisted and I can't walk. I need you to come and carry me."
Her soft, sweet voice stood out in the surrounding silence, intertwining with the cool breeze of the night and was carried to Arnold Simmons' ears.
He shifted his gaze away, darkening his eyes, thereby hiding his emotions.
The driver in the front seat heard their entire conversation. He had been with Arnold Simmons for several years but had never seen any woman by his side.
He was unable to figure out Arnold Simmons' intentions at once, worrying somewhat that the young girl outside might annoy President Simmons and end being left alone in the desolate outskirts. He braced himself and suggested, "President Simmons, should I help her into the car?"
As soon as the words fell, Arnold Simmons looked up, meeting the driver's gaze with a tranquil one.
