In the exceedingly large and luxurious President's office, the air itself seemed to carry a sense of oppression.
After the domineering man pulled her into the office, he let go of her, sat at his desk, began to review documents, and didn't speak or even glance her way, as if she were not present at all.
Enna Clark didn't understand what exactly he was up to, bit her lip, and stood still for a while before slowly calming down. She walked over to the water dispenser, found a glass, poured herself a cup of water, and placed it on the coffee table.
She then returned, took another cup, rummaged through the cabinets, and found what she was looking for to add to the cup. She took out a third cup, filled it with hot water, and waited there.
The man apparently engrossed in his work at the desk subtly furrowed his brow and couldn't help but steal a glance in her direction.
He saw Enna Clark busily moving back and forth, pouring water from one cup to another...
What was she doing?
