"I informed the President, we are leaving, Jonathan," Poul said, his voice laced with a hint of weariness as he carried his and Sara's luggage.
Jonathan looked up from his desk, surprise evident on his face. "Is that so? Have a safe journey back to Pittsburgh then," he said casually, but his eyes betrayed a mixture of concern and uncertainty. "Let's see each other once our time here is done. And also, I have told Mr. Morgan about your sudden leave."
Poul's brows furrowed in curiosity. "What did he say?" he asked, eager to know Mr. Morgan's reaction to their departure.
Jonathan let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. "Nothing in particular, he simply nodded and asked me to leave," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I can't help but feel that there's more to it, though. Mr. Morgan has always been a shrewd man, and he's not one to let things slip by unnoticed."
