President King paused slightly, the outside was silent. Oddly enough, he was afraid to look back.
The arm where Norris Moore's cigarette had burned him throbbed with intense pain, blistering. He withdrew his hand from Norris Moore's chin, grimacing, and with a courage summoned from within, turned his head.
The next moment, the expression on President King's face shattered instantly, and he exclaimed with a trembling voice: "Elsie..."
At the entrance, a plainly dressed middle-aged woman stood, covering her mouth, her face pale, and her eyes filled with tears.
President King looked at his wife, and his previous severity instantly evaporated. He ran over in panic: "Elsie, let me explain."
He now looked like a man caught in the act of infidelity, chasing after his departing wife in a panic and rushing out of the private room.
