The minute hand on the clock moved round and round while Daniel Cooper remained standing by the windowsill. Concerned that his boss's injured leg couldn't withstand standing for such a long time, he brought over a chair, but the man refused to sit.
Just as he was at a loss about how to attend to this esteemed personage, the lifesaving President's wife finally pushed the door open.
And by that time, it was already 3:00 a.m.
In just two more hours, dawn would break.
Nathan Taylor let out a long sigh of relief, his face brightening as if he'd just seen his own mother. With a few quick strides, he rushed to the door, took Amelia's bag from her hands and hung it on the coat rack, "Madam, you're finally back."
Amelia closed the door gently behind her, "Mm, I had some late-night snacks with a friend and lost track of time while we were chatting."
Nathan internally cried out in distress, Madam, are you doing this on purpose?
